"Raise A Little Hell"
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
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Rating: T (rating may change)
Chapter: 1/?
Summary: Great Depression AU. Kurt is just a poor waiter. Blaine is an escaped convict. Sparks fly when they meet for the first time.
Notes: Alright, so, if you know anything about me, you'll know that I love theatre. It is literally my life. Recently, I have become a tad obsessed with Frank Wildhorn's musical,"Bonnie & Clyde". I really suggest you check it out, it's amazing. Anyhow, this is kind of inspired by that. This chapter doesn't have any smut, I realize this. But this is my first time writing in a while. I do not know if I'll continue it or not. It's short, I know. I do not own Glee.
-K&B-
"Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Kurt flopped his head onto the steering wheel, groaning. Looking up for a brief moment, he saw that the hood of his car had smoke rising from it. Kurt opened the door slowly, pulling the towel out of the backseat. He bit his lip, waving the towel onto the smoke-infested car. Realizing that it was doing nothing, he slid down to sit on the ground. "Fantastic.' He thought to himself. 'Just what I need. Of course the boys' will make fun of me for this now.'
Being the son of a mechanic, you would think Kurt would be amazing with cars. But no. This was definitely not the case at all. If anything, he could not be less interested in fixing them. He could drive them, yes. He actually had the finest model available, a beautiful black Ford V8. Most of the boys in town were jealous of him having the vehicle, not only because of its beauty, but because of its speed. It was the fastest model in America. They didn't think he deserved it. However, Kurt never did like driving it to its limits. Kurt was much more interested in doing something else. Ever since he had been a little boy, he had wanted to be an actor and a singer. His goal was to be exactly like Clara Bow. Well…the male version of Clara Bow. Everyone thought it was stupid. He should just take over his daddy's' shop, find a nice girl, settle down, and wait for the damn depression to be over. But it wasn't even like the shop was doing that well! Yes, they got by fine. They had clothes, food and everything they needed. Kurt wanted more though. He wanted to do something with his life.
Closing his eyes, Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, his other hand resting on his suspender, pulling at it slightly.
"You alright there, sugar?" Jumping up, Kurt gasped. He squinted his eyes, looking at the source of the voice.
Blaine smirked to himself, watching the other boy. God damn, he was beautiful. Playing with the lighter in his hand, he bit his lip, sticking a hand into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette.
"Excuse me? 'Sugar'? As feminine as I may look, I assure you, there is no reason for you to be calling me that." Kurt glared at the boy, placing a hand on his hip.
Blaine raised his eyebrows, lighting up his cigarette and taking a puff. "Feisty, aren't we?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, standing up. He took another glance at the boy, raising an eyebrow. He was actually…really good-looking. Sure, his shirt and pants were a little messy, and his face could use a little washing, but underneath that, he wasn't that bad. Standing up, Kurt looked at the other boy in the eyes. Staring at him for a moment, he let out a laugh. "Yes, yes we are." Reaching his hand out, he smiled. "Kurt. Kurt Hummel."
Blaine shook Kurt's hand, smiling at the sound of his laugh. "Blaine Anderson."