A/N: Just a short little story, no big deal :) hope you enjoy R&R please! May or may not be a one-shot, you tell me ;) Badboy!Blaine Cheerio!Kurt

warnings: language..yep I think thats pretty much it, maybe a little violence...and a little slash...and some hotness from our favorite boys...okay i'm done...yep...oh and AU..well obviously...

Pinch.

That's all it took. Some cheeky bastard sticking their fingers where they didn't belong.

I know for a fact that no one in their right mind would dare touch me. I ruled the halls of McKinley. Not one person would even risk making comments behind my back unless they wanted to find themselves getting friendly with whatever wall, locker, or generally any hard surface that I decided looked good for maybe a little blood splatter.

I spun around on my heel, the bottom of my black Doc Martins screeching on the tile floor.

Everyone in the hall must have suspected what was coming next because a large circle had been formed in the corridor. In the middle of it was just me, and the most breathtaking guy I have ever seen. What the fuck Blaine?

The boy must have sensed my hesitation. I was shook from my thoughts with a shuddering of the lockers and a warm breath on my face. My eyes sprung open and my breath caught. Blue met hazel and I couldn't resist. I shoved the lithe body from me and to the opposite side of the hall, pinning the specimen by his arms. Pressing against him, holding him there, I could finally get a good look at the fearless creature.

His auburn hair coiffed perfectly, porcelain skin, nose crinkled, haughty sneer on his lips, bright blue eyes filled with a look that i couldn't identify, and a...Cheerio uniform? Weird, I've never seen him before. I would've remembered him, hell, i've fucked almost all the Cheerios and he was not one of them.

"Ooh, he's aggressive, I like that," smirked the nameless boy.

"Really now? I'll show you aggressive," I retorted.

I shoved him against the locker. Hard. I caught his mouth with mine and quickly shoved my tongue inside, just tasting him. I swallowed his harsh whimper, ignoring the cat-calls from surrounding students. They can just fuck off.

"Wow...ahh....your good at this..mmmhhhh," he moaned shamelessly against my lips.

That's right you little whore, I'm in control now. Again I was pulled from my thoughts as he grabbed my hands and placed them roughly on his ass. I gripped it hard enough to leave bruises, I'm sure of that. His hands roamed my chest and quickly found my hair, gripping at the curls like a lifeline. I started thrusting violently, loving the sounds coming from this guy. He repeatedly slammed against the lockers, but if he was fazed, he wasn't showing it.

He kissed his way up my jaw and down my neck, started sucking determinedly. I was becoming overwhelmed, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making me come first. I slipped one hand from his ass, across the scratchy uniform fabric, and up his shirt. Still thrusting, I grabbed his nipple between my fingers and tugged making him whine. Whine. This is too good.

"Come on baby, you know you want to-"

"HEY!"

Oh god.

"Seriously, Frankenteen? We were kind of in the middle of something Hudson," I scoffed at him.

"Shut it Anderson!" Finn yelled, "That's my brother, you fucking douchebag!"

"God, Finn! I'm not a baby okay? I do NOT need you to protect me!" the boy screeched.

"Exactly! Now if you'll excuse us," I grabbed the smaller boy's waist and reattached our lips. I could feel him smiling into the kiss and I lifted my hand and flipped Finn-the hell-off.

"Dude, we are going home. NOW!" Finn ripped the boy from my hands and dragged him off down the hallway.

Moments before they rounded the corner I knew I just had to know one thing...

"What's your name babe?" I shouted after them.

"Kurt Hummel. Remember it, we'll have to do this again sometime," He grinned with a wink.