A/N: Hi! This will be my very first full length story, so please bear with me! This is a badboy!blaine story where he meets and eventually falls in love with Puck or Kurt. I would like this to be a story where the readers (more specifically reviewers) choose what happens! I'm really quite excited so please review and tell me what you would like to see! I expect the chapters to get progressively longer so enjoy, kittens! Authors note over!

Blaine stood before the mirror and smirked. It was the smirk that infuriated adults everywhere and made girls- and boys alike swoon. He was good looking, and knew it. His lightly gelled jet black curls just barely touched the middle of his tanned forehead that gave way to thick black triangular eyebrows. His left one had two matching silver barbell piercings about a centimeter apart that he thought made him look rather intimidating. Or maybe it was lip ring and garish tattoos. Or his studded tongue. Or perhaps his seven ear rings. Who knows, but then again, who cares? Blaine knew it was "cool" not to care or at least act like it, but he genuinely didn't give a shit. At all- and it showed from his tight frayed black skinny jeans to his worn down gray cotton tee that had some band on it at one point but was impossible to tell now.

He sat down on the edge of his bed and zipped up his old maroon Doc Martens, thinking about his first day of school. He had just moved to Lima, Ohio, the crappiest town ever if you asked him. Which is probably why no one did. He had loved Chicago. The big city, the rush, everything. He ran with the toughest crowds and got into all kinds of trouble ranging from stealing cars and graffiti to drugs and alcohol. His police record was quite impressive and officially began when he was thirteen and caught doing shrooms. Now Blaine wasn't a druggie- he just liked to party and his parents knew it, which was probably why he ended up in this hick town. According to them the clear air would help him regain use of his drug fried, hair gel saturated, underused brain cells. In all actuality Blaine hadn't touched any sort of illegal substance in over six months, not that he would tell his parental units that. He liked to see them squirm. It proved they weren't robots like he once believed.

But enough thinking. Thinking made him want to forget and God knows how Blaine likes to forget things. Things like Nico. Things like his family and things like-

He took a deep breath and stood up. With a glance towards the clock on the far side of his spacious room he grabbed his black satchel and rushed out the door.

"Blaineeeeeeee," Shit. Cassandra. His mother rushed over and tightly wrapped her tennis-toned arms around him. For forty-six she looked pretty good. Probably all the botox, Blaine thought with a dark smile. He wiggled out of her tight embrace and took a step back.

"Why aren't you wearing your new clothes? You'll be hella fresh and ready to kick ass!"
He sighed. "You do realize your forty-six, right? Stop talking like that." She acted like a child sometimes. Cassandra flinched like he hit her. Age was a touchy subject.

And with that Blaine grabbed his keys and walked over to his black Harley. His Harley was the one thing that was truly his. He worked his ass of to buy it with his own money and was damn proud. He had no problem spending his parents money, but if he had used it to buy this it would be an extension of their control on him. Then again, they hardly did that. Control him that is. His mother was desperately holding on to her youth and his father was rarely home. But when he was...
Shaking his head he finally reached his bike and sped towards William McKinley High, the hell he would be trapped in for two years.

By the time Blaine actually reached the school the parking lot was nearly cleared of students. Oh well. He strolled towards what he assumed was the main entrance and made his way towards his locker. His tour had been somewhat useful. He hated when adults were right. Not two steps later he crashed into something hard. Turning on his heels he prepared to shove whomever knocked into him but stopped short when he noticed who it was.

A tall, lithe beautiful creature. A boy more specifically. Standing about a third of a foot taller than he and dressed in designer clothes Blaine's mother prayed he would wear, he was stunning and the pierced junior hated him. He hated his meticulously styled hair and impeccable attire and most certainly his concerned expression.

"Sorry. I'm the biggest klutz, I swear!" He breezily apologized.

"Fuck off!" Blaine hissed as he pushed past him. He couldn't stand the cute prep.

"Is there a problem?" A deeper voice asked.

Both boys looked up at him. He was even taller than the squeaky sounding glamazon and ten times more muscular. He was tanned and had a styled mohawk that lay flat against his head. The second boy wore a black sleeveless shirt that showed off his rippling muscles. Openly checking the him out, Blaine shook his head and walked away with his signature smirk.

At his locker he noticed someone staring at him. He slowly turned after he gathered his belongings and stared back at the curvy Latina who was smiling at him. That was a first. Today, he was met with glares and expressions of fear from his fellow class mates.

"Hello, gorgeous," he smiled as he walked past. He didn't need to look to know that she had a shocked facial expression. Hot girls were always shocked when people ignored them.

This year was gonna be interesting, he thought. One sexy guy, a hot girl, and an annoyingly cute prep to torment- what more could a bad boy ask for? It wasn't even first period and he could tell he was gonna cause some major trouble to old McKinley high. He grinned causing a gaggle of freshman girls to simultaneously cower and swoon.
Oh yes. This year was gonna be very, very interesting.

Authors note: I hope you enjoyed dear readers! Please tell me what you would like to happen. Would you like to see Blaine change his ways and date Kurt? Turn a certain mohawked badass gay? Or get his mack on with Satan... er, Santana? Get very specific or vague, you chose as long as you review or pm me! Oh and I don't own shit. Or everyone would be naked! That's all! As soon as you tell me what you what you want, I will update. Bye now!