Welcome to my brand new fic. I'm a secuker for bad boy! Blaine, and Cheerio! Kurt, so I just had to write this. Review, fave, and follow!

Kurt

Kurt Hummel was smaller than the rest of the boys.
His shoulders were slim, his height wasn't ideal, and to top it all off, He was boy pretty.
He doesn't have outlined, chiseled abs. He had a petite, upturned nose, ocean blue eyes, and somehow always perfect hair. He talked like a fucking pixie, and he had girl hips. Kurt Hummel is boy pretty.
And just when you thought I couldn't get gayer, I'm co-captain of the Cheerios with McKinely's queen bitch, Quinn FaBray.
I never really wanted to say that I'm bullied for my all-too-obvious sexual orientation, he was more... Reminded of it. In harsh ways.
Being a head Cheerio, and friends will all the popular girls, and some of the boys, had its advantages. He wasn't getting slushied anymore, which was a huge bonus, and there were hardly any locker checks, as long as he was wearing his uniform.
But there were still words. Faggot, pansy, dick-boy, and all sorts of other, humiliating names that would take an entire page to write.
But he pretended that it didn't bother him. And the names decreased dramatically when he became friends with Mike, Finn, Puck, and Sam. No one would ever say anything to him while they, or any of the cheerleaders were around. Which was most of the time.
While Kurt had his friends, his semi-popularity, and his pretty face, he also had a presidency of the student council as a freshman student, and a sectionals win with the glee club. Not to mention his straight A, 4.0 average, and fluency in French. He was the poster child for academic success. Go ahead, slap him on a college brochure, next to a black kid, an Asian kid, and a kid in a wheelchair.
Kurt's boyfriend was captain of the football team. Tall, dark, and handsome, Alex was every gay man's wet dream. And he was all Kurt's.
Sure, sometimes, he had some... Issues with romance. But Kurt couldn't complain. Alex was already too good for him, and he couldn't ask for more.
Alex being gay was one of the turning points at McKinely. How he openly, publicly kissed Kurt's cheek, and then his lips, and held his hand, and told him that he loved him. Is didn't dissipate all homophobia. God, no. But... It did scare a few bullies into hiding.

Kurt sighed softly as he sifted through his locker, exchanging his books for his next class. Quinn was at his side, chattering about cheerleading flips when she suddenly stopped.
"New kid." She said, staring down the hallway, a small smirk curled up on her mouth. Kurt looked up and his eyes fell on a boy a bit shorter than him, which was hard to come by. His hair sat in a curly mop on his head, and he was wearing a worn, obviously old leather jacket with dangerous-looking pins all over it.
"He looks like he'd bring a gun. Careful." She said, laughing lightly. Kurt shrugged.
"He's kinda cute."
"Oh, please. He's totally emo."
"You don't know what emo means if you think he's emo." Kurt's eyes met the new boy's, and instead of looking away, the hazel eyes flicked up and down his body.
Once. Twice. And then he winked, and Kurt responded by blushing darkly.
"Gay." He choked out.
"What?" Quinn looked up at him, frowning slightly.
"Gay. He's gay. He totally checked me out. Plus, he's got a rainbow button on his sleeve."
"Oh my god." Quinn laughed. "Hold on, I've got to tell Puck." Kurt frowned at her and she scoffed. "What? It's not like I'm against it. Well, I am, the bible says it's a sin. I guess I'm against everyone being gay, 'cept you."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm flattered."
"You should be. See you at Cheerio's practice." Quinn turned on her heel and flounced away, her perfect blonde hair bouncing behind her. Kurt sighed and watched, thinking back to the boy in the leather jacket.
He might've just ruined his highschool career.

"Excuse me?"
Kurt turned around to be met with hazel eyes.
New boy.
"Oh.. Hello." Kurt frowned slightly at the boy's easy smirk. Something made his insides turn, and he wasn't sure what.
"Do you know where the math room is?" He asked, his eyes traveling up and down Kurt's body blatantly. The taller boy cleared his throat, and their eyes met again.
"Down that hall, to your left." Kurt pointed, and then turned back to his locker, switching his books. But the boy didn't leave. He just stood there, smirking, staring.
"Can I help you?" Kurt finally said, a bit ruder than he intended. New Boy laughed slightly.
"Uh yeah, actually. I wanted to get into your pants."
Kurt's face went bright red as he spluttered. "I... have a boyfriend."
"Is he as pretty as you?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"He's not... Pretty, he's-"
"Then I'm not interested."
"That's not what I meant."
Kurt scoffed and turned to face the boy again, ready to bitch him out, when Karofsky walked by and barked. "Homo."
Kurt stuttered and watched the football player walk away, his ears heating up. New Boy frowned deeply, turning to the football player.
"Hey, fatass, pick on someone your own size, huh?" He called. Karofsky turned again, glaring at Blaine.
"Excuse me?" Karosfky spat back. Oh no. Kurt knew that look. Someone was going to get beaten up, and it was him or short, dark, and douchey.
"You heard me. Spend your time loosing some weight instead of picking on kids who are better than you." New Boy responded easily.
All Kurt could do was stare. He didn't even know this kid, and what he was doing for him was dangerous, and risky, and... hot.
"I'll kick your ass, short stack!"
"Do it. Kick my ass, oh brave and noble football player."
Karosky swung at New Boy, who dodged it easily and shoved his fist into Karofsky's stomach, earning a loud grunt, before he shoved him down and kicked him in the face.
"You- What the hell?!" Kurt yelped. New Boy just laughed and grabbed Kurt's wrist, digging in his pocket for something.
"Why did you do that?!" Kurt stared at the boy, who shrugged and pulled out a sharpie.
"He was bothering me. And I do what I want."
"You'll get suspended!" Kurt tried to pull his wrist away as the boy started writing something on it.
"Eh. Oh well, I could use a vacation."
"This is the third day you've been here."
"Everyone has bad days."
New Boy finished and pulled Kurt's sleeve down, over his writing.
"There. You're mine now." He said, stuffing the marker back in his pocket. Kurt narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
"You're mine now. I branded you."
"I'm not a cow!"
New Boy shrugged and pulled out a cigarette, placing it in between his lips and lifting a lighter to it.
"I have a boyfriend, as I mentioned." Kurt repeated as the bell rang, and everyone left for class.
"Yeah? And where was he this whole time?"
"He-He's busy." Kurt plucked the cigarette out of New Boy's mouth and dropped it on the ground, stomping it out with his shoe. "Smoking kills."
"You're no fun. See you, Pretty Boy."
"My name is Kurt!" Kurt called after New Boy, who was already walking towards the math room. God, he was difficult. And intriguing.
Kurt pulled up his sleeve and groaned when the late bell sounded, reading the scrawled, blocky lettering that cascaded across his forearm.
Blaine Anderson

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