A/N: I absolutely love BadBoy!Blaine-there's just something about him. But, I'm tired of the typical badboy!Blaine; the leather, the piercings, the stupidity and such, so I tweaked my badboy a bit.

Now, Kurt Hummel was never one to understand the saying 'never judge a book by it's cover'. He understood what it meant, but never followed it himself. He always judged books by their cover; old books with dusty bindings and the title written in calligraphy were always boring and hard to understand, being written in old English. New books with crisp pages and bright colors and the title written in a fun font were either new releases or books with unappealing titles and bland plot lines; not attention grabbing at all; hence the bright colors and exciting fonts. Books with visibly used binds and pages that have creases from previous cat ears, an intriguing title and a simple cover were always the best. Whenever Kurt was at the library and/or book store that how he decided which books to chose.

Then that saying is taken to another level; applying it to real life situations, like meeting new people. First off, people are not books, and they do not have legitimate covers. They are human beings with a true feelings and an actual body. Nowadays covered by layers of makeup, plastic surgery, enhancements, and labels. Barely anyone is their true self these days-so the saying can't even be used in actuality since judging their cover would be false, but yet judging their plot and contents are false also. So Kurt juuslef that he won't judge people by their 'covers' only books, because it has yet to fail him.

Being gay himself, he really doesn't even have room to judge, but it doesn't stop others from judging him. At Kurt's old school he was judged for practically every aspect of his lifestyle; his daily perfectly coifed hair, his high pitched voice, his impeccable fashion sense, his love of Broadway, and of course, his sexuality. He was judged to such a severe degree that it forced his father to take action and move from their inner-city apartment in the heart of New York, to a small nowhere town called Lima, Ohio. Kurt was happy that he was getting away from the bullying and his old life, but Ohio? What kind of fashion is in Ohio? do Ohio-ins accept gays? Will this school honestly be any different?

Blaine Anderson was McKinley High's bad boy, yessir'e. He's been to Juvie, he vandalizes school property, smokes, drinks, parties, has a one night stand practically daily, and is feared by every person in school. Except, he doesn't meet the eye that way. He's not one of those leather jocks who wears all black, disrespects his elders, drives a motorcycle, or is covered in piercings. On the contrary; Blaine wears high waters, polos, bowties and loafers in bright colors, has straight As, treats all of his teachers with the upmost respect, drives a Range Rover Sport, and has a total of one piercing; his left ear and it's a small barely noticeable diamond stud. Not to mention he gels his hair.

So when Kurt Hummel arrives at McKinley high on Monday, and is at his locker when everyone around him suddenly go silent and rush to leave the hallway, he's confused. He turns around to see a boy, most likely his age, with disgustingly gelled back hair with white high waters, a black and white striped shirt, green suspenders, and a cotton candy pink bowtie, with his bag draped over one shoulder strutting down the hallway with a confidence Kurt has seen too many times before. After making a mind note to compliment the boy's fashion sense, his eyes flit up to the boy's face and Kurt is speechless. Between the plump pink lips curved up into a smirk and the liquid golden honey eyes raking over his body, Kurt doesn't know what to look at.

"See something you like, princess?" a voice low and silky asks Kurt, bringing him from

his trance.

"I was just admiring your fashion choices." Kurt answered shaking his head.

"I see." Suspenders boy answered, raking his eyes down Kurt's body with a smirk fresh on his lips that Kurt just wanted to kiss off. "Your 'fashion sense' isn't bad yourself, porcelain."

"Are you kidding me? This is Alexander McQueen; it better be good." Suspenders laughed and continued walking down the hall.

"See you later, hotstuff." he called back over his shoulder.

"Wait, what's your name?" Kurt called,

"You'll find out soon enough." Suspenders answered, chuckling before turning down a hallway. As soon as he had turned the corner, students came from every direction, crawling out of the wood work would be an appropriate idiom, Kurt thought.

"Excuse me, I have never seen you before, so you must be new. My name is Rachel Berry and I'm co-captain of McKinley High's Glee Club New Directions. I would like to welcome you to McKinley High, and do you sing?" Kurt looked down at the girl who was at least a foot shorter than him, wearing a simple a-line blue dress with white polka dots and her dark brown hair pulled back by a simple navy headband smiling up at him.

"If you know what's good for you, don't tell her. She'll end up sending you to a crack house." a boy in McKinley titans t-shirt and a Mohawk mutters in his ear, while walking by.

"Don't listen to Noah, he's just mad that he has to be here. But anyway-do you?"

"If I say I do, will you honestly send me to a crack house?" Kurt asked skeptically.

"Of course not! Do I look like someone who would do that?" Rachel beamed up at him.

"Um. Yes, I do sing. But I just transferred, and clubs are the last things on my mind. So thank you for the offer, but I don't have time right now." closing his locker, he turned to leave but was stopped by Rachel who grabbed his arm,

"Please! We need one more singer for us to be able to compete in regionals next month. I don't usually beg, because my dads said that lessens my authority, but I'm begging you! Please join!"

"If I say yes, will you let me get to class?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, then yes. I will join. When is it?" he was wrapped up in a hug by the small girl, who was squealing in his ear.

"Thank you so much..."

"Kurt."

"Kurt! The first practice of the year is today after school in the choir room. I'll be looking forward to seeing you there!" she smiled once more and walked the opposite way of Kurt down the hallway, meeting up with a tall built man, who Kurt could just tell was a football player; his weakness. Kurt studied the way the man's legs moved beneath him-clumsy but in a sexy way. Uh oh, Kurt thought. Classes hadn't even started and he already had his mind overwhelmed by a boy.

He started walking down the hall, keeping his eyes out for room D187, when someone called out behind him, "Lookie here boys, we gots ourselves a new fairy!" Kurt sighed and kept walking, deciding it was probably best to just ignore the Neanderthals. 'hey, fairy. We was talking to you!" this time he turned around and was met by two football players, one with dark chocolate skin and the other with hair that looked like a poorly washed cocker spaniel, both holding cups filled with something.

"Awe, isn't he a pretty fairy Azimio?"

"Welcome to McKinley, fag!" the black one said before they both tossed the contents of their cups onto Kurt. Who gasped as the cold slush seeped into his eyes and soaked through his new designer clothing. He wiped his eyes of the slush and watched the football players and everyone else in the hallway standing there laughing at him, before he went to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind him then removing his soaked shirt to clean it when he heard a familiar voice.

"Hey princess..."

A/N: I'm currently in the middle of another fic-it's a CrissColfer called Well, Fuck. But I was in the shower (where the best of ideas brew) and this popped into my head, and I just haaad to write it. So here it is! No idea where it's gonna go, but yup. Tell me what you think!