Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, any of their characters or anything that can be related to something that exists in the real world. I do not support some of the behaviors that the characters posess.
Warnings: Minor swearing, mildly sexually suggestive.
Author's notes: Hello dear readers! This story has been hidden on my harddrive for about 3 years now, and I re-read it today and wrote like two straight chapters! So I thought it was time to let you read it. I'm not really sure where it's going but I enjoy it so we'll see what I come up with! Feel free to leave me suggestions!
I have four chapters written out, so they will be posted with a few days between them. So yay! I really hope you will like it as much as I do! Enjoy! :*
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His Middle Name Was Boom
Chapter 1
Monday 22 August 2011
"Blaine? Wake up, honey."
Blaine's mother gently shook his shoulder. He turned his head to the other side and inched away from her.
"Blaine. You're going to be late for school."
"Don't care." Blaine rasped, pulling his duvet over his head.
"Blaine! Get up!" This time his mother pulled the duvet off, throwing it on the floor beside her feet.
"Go away!" Blaine croaked, chucking his pillow at her.
Anna Anderson sighed, picked up the pillow (that Blaine had failed to hit her with) and hit Blaine in the head with it.
"Hey!" Blaine faced her. "Mom!"
"Blaine Anderson, you get out of bed right now."
"Fine!" he grumbled. He got to his feet, stepping on the duvet on the way to his bathroom. There was a sigh behind him before he closed the door. He turned the water on and put his head under the spray, ruffling his unruly hair with both hands. Then he turned the cold water on, and splashed his face, before drying off on a towel from the floor. After brushing his teeth he put his black ear gauges in and smudged some eyeliner on.
When he walked back into his room his bed was neatly made. Blaine walked over to the pile of clothes on the floor in front of his wardrobe and managed to find a dark blue beanie in the mess. He pulled it on and also dug some socks out of the pile.
"Blaine! Breakfast!" his mother called from downstairs.
"Coming!" he shouted back, lifting a black t-shirt down from the door of the wardrobe and pulling it over his head, making the beanie come over his eyes. He pulled the back of it and then continued to dig through the laundry-pile for a pair of jeans. A pair of blue jeans with a bunch of holes in them would have to do for the first day of school.
"Son! Your pancakes will get cold if you don't hurry!" Blaine's father called.
"I said I'm coming!" Blaine shouted, louder this time. He grabbed his bag from the desk and stuffed his books inside, ran down the stairs and dumped it in the doorway before plunking down in a chair at the kitchen table.
"There you go darling." Anna said, putting a plate of pancakes in front of him. She then put another plate in front of Blaine's older brother, Blake.
"Thank you, mother." Blake said, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Blaine." Greg Anderson said to his youngest son. "What do you say?"
"Thanks, mom." Blaine grumbled, stuffing a huge piece of pancake into his mouth.
"You're welcome, dear."
"You could use your fork instead of ripping pieces off." Blake remarked.
"Shut up. It's better this way." Blaine said with his mouth full, then opening it to show the nasty contents to his brother.
"Ew. Gross!"
"Boys, stop bickering." Anna said, flipping a pancake for their father.
When Blaine finished his breakfast he bolted from the room and stepped into his Converse. "Bye!" he called to his family and then slammed the front door behind him. He took his headphones out of the bag and put them on, plugged them into his phone and started blasting some speed metal.
This was the first day of school. It was also Blaine's first day at McKinley High. His family had recently moved to Lima from Florida, and he was beginning his junior year. For the second time.
Blake passed him on his bicycle and waved. Blaine gave him the finger and continued his walk to school.
When he arrived he couldn't help stopping in the parking lot to stare at a black motorcycle, wishing it was his own. He continued toward the front doors, watching through the corner of his eye as a few guys in red jackets threw a geek in a dumpster. One of them, a guy with a Mohawk, narrowed his eyes at Blaine as he walked by.
Blaine easily found the principal's office and plunked down in a chair in the room outside. He put his headphones back in his bag and when he looked back up Blake was standing in front of him.
"Hey little brother." Blake grinned at him, before sitting down in the chair beside him and crossing his legs.
"You're ten months older than me." Blaine sighed.
"I'm amazed you can count that high."
"Shut up!"
"Blaine Anderson?" an old man with a funny accent asked, standing in the doorway to the office. "Please come with me."
Blaine stuck his tongue out at Blake and got up, walking past the man into the office.
"I'm principal Figgins. Welcome to McKinley High. I hope you'll enjoy your time with us. Here are all the papers you're going to need." the man said and handed a folder over to Blaine.
Blaine took it and stood. "That all?" The man nodded so Blaine walked toward the door. "Thanks." he added before walking right past Blake into the hallways.
"Hey kiddo. Wake up."
"Get out!"
"Kurt! I'm serious. Get out of bed, or you're not getting any breakfast."
"Fine! I'm up! Just GET out!"
Kurt heard his bedroom door close. He sighed and got up. The front door of the house slammed shut and he winced. "Fuck." he mumbled, walking into his bathroom to brush his teeth and fix his hair. His father's newest girlfriend had apparently just arrived, so he'd have to practically inhale his breakfast so he could get out of there.
When Kurt walked into the kitchen he found he was right. There she was, "Lizzie", the stupid blonde bitch who weren't much older than he himself was.
"Morning Kurty." she said in a patronizing tone, a fake smile plastered on her face.
"We out of cereal, dad?" Kurt asked, opening the cereal-cabinet.
"It's in the cereal-cabinet, in front of your face." Burt said tonelessly, turning over his eggs in the frying pan.
Kurt grabbed the stupidly rainbow-colored cereal and dumped some in a bowl. Then he grabbed a half-empty milk carton from the fridge and a spoon and sat down. He shoveled the cereal into his mouth, chewing as loudly as he could, knowing Lizzie hated it.
When he was done he dumped the bowl in the sink, bringing the milk carton into the hallway. He gulped all the milk down and left it on the small table by the front door. "Bye dad!" he called and pulled his leather jacket on over his white t-shirt, grabbing his bag by the door and slamming the front door behind him.
Kurt took a moment to appreciate the shiny black motor cycle that his father had bought for him on his sixteenth birthday, and that he had washed the day before. He then straddled it and drove off toward school, not wanting to destroy his hair with a helmet. Besides, he loved the way it looked after the wind had gotten to it during a bike-ride.
Kurt parked crookedly in the student parking lot. This was the first day of school and he was beginning his junior year. For the second time.
When he walked toward school a few guys in red jackets passed him on their way to toss a geek in the dumpster. The guy with the Mohawk, Noah Puckerman, waved at him. Kurt ignored him and continued into school for his first class.
Kurt plunked down in his usual chair in the back of the classroom and waited for the teacher to shut the other students up. He glanced at the door a few times, checking to see if any of the arriving kids (they were one year younger than him after all) were hot enough to bother with. None caught his eye though, and finally the balding teacher appeared and made the students take their seats and be quiet. "Welcome to this History class everyone. My name-" Kurt stopped listening and stared out the window instead. He hummed to himself while twisting his lip-piercing between his fingers. Suddenly there was a loud bang as the classroom door burst open, startling both the students and the teacher. It only made Kurt turn his head a bit, though. A guy with short, dark curls under a dark blue beanie walked in and plunked down in a chair at the back of the room, in the corner across from Kurt.
"And who might you be?" the teacher asked, obviously annoyed.
Yeah, who is this guy? Coming late to the first lesson on the first day was kinda Kurt's thing.
"Blaine Anderson." the guy answered, tugging a book out of his bag and placing it on the desk with a loud thud.
Kurt studied the way his biceps moved while doing so. Not bad… He looked the guy up and down. Converse, ripped jeans, black t-shirt, big tattoo peeking out from under his shirt sleeve, necklace with some kind of symbol on a black leather chord… When Kurt got to his face, he noticed the guy had caught him staring. He smirked and winked, which made the guy look angrily at the teacher. Kurt studied the angry set of his jaw which had slight stubble across it, the ear gauges, the snakebite-piercings in his lower lip, his dark eyes surrounded by eyeliner… Not bad at all.
The rest of the lesson he kept staring, wondering what the guy's ass would look like in tighter jeans, or even better: naked. When the lesson ended the guy stormed out however, leaving Kurt chuckling to himself.
History class had been a pain. Blaine didn't care about arriving late, since being punctual wasn't on his list of priorities anymore. But that guy had kept staring at him with a stupid cocky expression the whole lesson. Blaine wondered if the guy wanted to beat him up. If he did, Blaine would beat him up first.
Blaine burst into the classroom of his second lesson ten minutes late and plunked down in a seat in the back. The teacher ignored him completely, so he took his sketch-book out and started doodling. After a few minutes something hit him in the head. He looked up and saw a ball of paper on his desk. He flung it to the floor and continued sketching. A second ball hit him in the head, but he gave it the same treatment. After about seven more he looked up to find that guy looking at him from a few desks away, another ball ready in his hand. What does this douche bag want? Blaine glared at him for a second, before the guy chuckled and looked back at the white board. Blaine wanted to punch him. He took a moment to read the guy. Black boots, tight black jeans, white t-shirt beneath a leather jacket, pretty muscular. Thinner than Blaine, but taller. Blaine could probably take him in a fight.
When Blaine got to his face he had looked back again, the cocky grin plastered on his face. Wind-whipped hair, huge blue eyes, nose piercing… If he wasn't so annoying and I wasn't gonna beat him up, he'd be acceptably hot. Blaine rolled his eyes and continued to sketch.
When the lesson was over and Blaine had hoisted his bag onto his shoulder, he noticed the annoying guy had left. Yeah, you better run.
Blaine left his bag in his locker and turned to walk to the cafeteria, but was stopped by an arm in his way. He sighed and looked up.
"Hey." the annoying guy from class said, arching his pierced eyebrow a little.
"What the hell do you want?" Blaine snarled.
"Ooh! Feisty!" the guy said, stretching his other arm out. "Want a round in the janitor's closet?" he asked, stroking his finger down Blaine's chest.
Blaine slapped his hand away. "Fuck off!" he spat and turned on his heel, stomping toward the cafeteria.
This is going to be fun… Kurt chuckled and walked in the other direction.
After the final bell had rung Kurt had a dweeb hostage inside the bathroom, holding him by the collar above the sink. He was shrieking pleas at Kurt, but he just laughed and turned the water on.
The door opened behind them, and someone walked in. Kurt looked in the reflection and saw it was that tattooed guy from earlier that day.
"Blaine, save me! BLAINE!" the dweeb shrieked, trying to get out of Kurt's hold.
"Hi there, Blake." The guy – Blaine – said and went into a stall to take a piss.
Kurt forced the guy's head under the pray of water and he continued to shout Blaine's name.
"Bye Blake." Blaine said when he was done, and left.
Kurt wondered briefly how the two knew each other, but realized they must be brothers. Blaine, Blake. Similar looks; except that this guy was a total nerd. Kurt let the guy go and jogged out of the bathroom, after Blaine. But he was gone.
Blaine sat on his bed with music blaring while sketching an idea for his next tattoo. Suddenly the music stopped and he looked up to find a dripping Blake next to his entertainment center.
"Get out! You're dripping on my floor." Blaine said nonchalantly.
"What is wrong with you?" Blake shrieked. Blaine just shrugged. "Why didn't you help me?"
"I had to take a piss."
"You're a despicable human being; do you know that?!" Blake shouted.
"Don't even know what that means, bro." Blaine shrugged again.
Blake let out a frustrated noise and stomped out of the room.
Tuesday 23 August 2011
Blaine walked across the parking lot toward the school when there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find the guy with the Mohawk from the day before grinning at him. He had a tall, lanky guy behind him.
"You up for a dumpster-dive, new guy?" the guy with the Mohawk asked.
"Are you?" Blaine rolled his eyes and continued walking.
The guy grabbed his shoulder and Blaine struck at once. He turned and punched the guy in the jaw, making the tall guy let out a surprised "Whoa!".
"What the fuck, man?" the Mohawk-guy growled, rubbing his palm against the side of his face.
"Don't touch me again." Blaine stated and walked off.
"Wow, Puck. We should probably leave that guy alone, he seems even worse than Hummel."
Who's this "Hummel"? Could that be the douche from yesterday? Speaking of the douche; there he was, standing by his motor cycle with a cigarette in his hand. Blaine rolled his eyes and walked past him, ignoring the cat call the other sent his way.
Blaine's second period was free so he went to the library and borrowed a book that he brought to read during lunch. He sat alone at a table, leaning his back against the table top and tapping his foot against the squeaky floor. He swore when the book and his t-shirt was suddenly full of pasta sauce.
"What the fuck?" Blaine bellowed, throwing the book at the perpetrator. He missed and the book fell to the floor with a splash.
The douche from yesterday just grinned at him and winked, leaving the cafeteria. Blaine got up, picked up the book and stomped through the halls to his locker. Oh, it's on now Hummel. Blaine pulled his t-shirt off in the middle of the hallway, and pulled on a new one from within his locker. Then he went to the library and stuffed the sauce-filled book into the return-box.
Kurt stabbed the dead frog on the table and started digging out its insides with a small metal instrument. Kurt loved Chemistry and Biology. Not only was it super easy, but also he got to dissect stuff from time to time. This was the only class where he ever sat somewhere else than at the back of the room; today he even sat at the very front. This was also the only class where he arrived before anybody else. When he'd arrived the frogs were ready on the teacher's desk, but the teacher hadn't arrived yet. So Kurt had grabbed a frog, some instruments and gotten to work. He didn't take notice when the other students arrived, placing themselves as far away as possible. He did notice when the door slammed open about fifteen minutes later though. Blaine stomped in, grabbed a frog and sat down at a desk in the back. He didn't even look in Kurt's direction, nor did he look mad. He just had a different shirt on than the one Kurt had thrown the pasta sauce on. Kurt watched as he sat down, cut the frog open and started analyzing the insides with his bare fingers.
Kurt didn't pay much more attention to his own frog during the rest of the lesson, he just watched as Blaine dug through his frog, not looking up once. When the lesson ended Blaine threw his frog in the trash and left, and for some reason Kurt was glued to his chair. What the hell was that about? He seemed angry before. Was he sad now? And why did that thought upset Kurt?
Kurt grumbled some profanities while leaving the classroom. He drove way too fast on his way home.
To be continued!
Author's note: There you go! I really hope you like it. In the next chapter you'll get some pranks, football tryouts, make-outs and fighting! Also feel free to leave me suggestions on what you would like to see!
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