Hi guys!

... I'm caught, aren't I?

Ok, let me explain myself.

A) I AM WRITING THE WHOLE BURLESQUE STORY BEFORE I PUBLISH THE REST OF IT. I've not given up on it, but just keep watching for when I update it. Yeahhhhhhh. So don't give up on it just yet! I'll make sure to tell you when I do update it.

B) I did delete Anything Could Happen. Because let's be honest, that story was crap. Like, it was my first one, so if you thought it was crap, it doesn't hurt my feelings at all.

C) Yes, this is a song!fic.

D) I changed my name from We-Want-Glee to Klainer-For-Life to now ForeverYoungBabe . c:

So, I hope you enjoy this story!

Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me. The song Criminal belongs to Britney Spears, not me.

He's No Good At All

..."Lima Heights Local Bank was robbed last night, time was 9:14am when police arrived on the scene when employes called to report the robbery. Through security tapes in the bank, they identified the theif as the ongoing criminal, Blaine Anderson..."

The Hummel's television blasted on a cool Sunday morning throughout the house. Kurt Hummel, age 17, was sitting on the couch, watching the screne intently. His father, Burt Hummel, was reading the newspaper, when his head popped up when hearing the kid's name.

"Isn't that the same kid that broke into that Zale's Outlet last week?" Burt inquired. Kurt didn't even glance back to his father, eyes still trained on the reporter. He just merely nodded and kept watching.

..."He was arrested this morning, but his father, bailing him out once again, and he is free to go. The question is: When will he strike next? And more importantly, where? This is Megan Liria, channel 42..."

He got out. Again.

A small part of Kurt was rooting for this criminal, all the crimes were almost entertaining. Not to mention, he's only 17 years young. He was Kurt's age, for God's sake. Whatever his technique was, it was definatly working in his favor. But a lot of his mind wanted to know when this kid would just stop. Thinking about how disapointed his parents and family must be in him just tore him up, like he almost felt bad for this Blaine character. He couldn't feel bad for a criminals. He's a bad kid!

But in Kurt's eyes, criminals wern't bad people. They were normal people who resorted to their last options.

And everyone thought that was insane. Because Anderson robbed a bank, he was considered a person they should lock up and let starve. It was crazy! And he had the friends to prove it, too. His best friends, Mercedes Jones and Quinn Fabray had planned a intervention for him to explain to him why criminals were not good people, but Kurt had walked out the second they had even brought it up. He never really brought up the criminal card in the first place until Blaine started his raid. Because he was the only one that was worth watching. To see if he would get bailed out, or see what the story behind the crime was. No one ever suspected him to defend a criminal.

Because, let's face it, Kurt was a goody-goody. He didn't break rules, and he didn't like to hang out with the bad boys of Lima. He would rather stand on the outskirts and just watched the events unfoled. He was sucked into stuff, of course, but he's a teenager. This was expected. He didn't like to break the rules because he didn't want to upset his father. He didn't want his father to give up on him. His father was his only family.

He also couldn't upset his mother, watching him from up in heaven.

"Kurt? You ok?"

Kurt hadn't even noticed he was just staring at the blank screen until his father was by his side, asking him if he was ok.

"Yeah, yeah I am." He replied when he finally found his voice. His father still had a facial expression of worry, but he just nodded and walked away.

Kurt reached for the remote, but then quickly realized that the televison was already off. So, he just simply got up, turned around, and walked to the kitchen to try and make himself some dinner. But the only thing he had on his mind was this Blaine kid.

And he had no idea why.

"Did you hear about Anderson getting locked up again?" Rachel Berry's voice cut through the awkward silence like a knife. Kurt's head popped up from Instagram, just as he was looking and deleting some of his old photos.

"Oh, I heard that he robbed a bank," Santana was the first to answer, "and his rich sugar daddy bailed him out of jail, again." The others nodded. All except Kurt. He just stared at Santana.

"He's got pretty good strategies. Gotta give him that," Puck interjected. "When I robbed that ATM back last year, it only took them 20 minutes to find me and arrest me. It took them the whole night and half of morning." Rachel looked at him with her jaw dropped.

"He's a criminal, Puck! He's no good, at all. Like, a husler. I wouldn't even imagine how that boy would have any friends, or any respect for his family!" Rachel all but yelled.

"He's just a teenage boy with a tainted heart."

Every head turned to face Kurt, wide eyes from everyone. "What do you mean, Kurt?" Rachel asked, eyes popping impossibly wider.

"He is just like us; he's just resorted to his last options. Maybe he's robbing the bank for a good reason? Or because he can't feed his family? Or maybe he's just alone. He may just be a scared kid out in the open. Just because he robbed a bank a few times-"

"5 times," Rachel inturrupted.

Kurt ignored her and continued. "Just because he robbed a bank five times doesn't mean he's the worst person on the plannet. It's not like he's killing anyone. What if this keeps him from cutting himself? Or killing himself?"

"Kurt!" Tina yelled.

"Well, you don't know!" Kurt yelled back. "And I don't either! But I damn well don't accuse people before finding evidence first. I just make options. Unlike all of you, you just jump to conclusions! You can't just do that! He's a person, for God's sake!"

He finished, his face red with anger, fists clenched, and chest heaving. When he saw Rachel open her mouth, he just simply grabbed his messenger bag, stood up, and walked out. He walked through the halls, until he reached the doors to the outside. He just needed some air. Needed to find somewhere that he could cool down, maybe sort out his thoughts.

The Lima Bean.

"Hello?"

Burt answered the phone, without checking the caller ID. When he heard principal Figgen's voice, he straightened up and cleared his throat.

"Yes, Mr. Hummel? Kurt Hummel walked out of building doors this morning during Glee Practice. Someone told us he was going to the Lima Bean."

Burt sighed. "Yeah, I'll go get him."

"Thanks, Burt."

He placed the phone on the table and grabbed the keys. When will this boy learn to not loose his cool? He knew that he had probably got in an argument, and walked out. That's what usually happened.

"Well, time to go find him," he muttered as he left, locking the door behind him.

Kurt was walking down the street towards the Lima Bean, just typing away on his iPhone, when he heard it.

"Fag!"

He glanced back to try and see where the word had came from. He spotted a man, around 18, looking directly at him, laughing with his 2 buddies around him. He looked the other way and just continued to text.

"Homo!"

It sounded closer this time around, like they were approaching him. when he heard footsteps, he imediatly froze in place.

"Oh, is the little fairy scared?" the one man joked.

"He doesn't looked scared, right now he's just joking." Kurt snapped back. One of the men grabbed his arm and the other around his waist. The third one, Kurt called the violent one, started viciously kicking and punching at his stomach and legs, causing early bruising to follow. Kurt's mind didn't register pain at the moment, it all happened so fast that his mind didn't follow up on the kicking and punching and scratching. The two men let go of him, to join the others in the kicking. That's when Kurt finally cried out in pain, sobs leaving his body.

"Hey! Do we have some trouble over here?"

The men, and Kurt, turned their heads to face a kid, around Kurt's age, defending a stranger that he didn't even know. The kid had golden-hazel eyes, with black gelled back hair. He had seen those features before, somewhere...

"No trouble at all, sir, the guys answered, and nervously left.

The kid dropped to where Kurt still whimpered in pain, his hand resting on his back. "I think we'll need to get you to the hospital, ok? I can drive you."

Kurt nodded, but no words came out. Instead of helping Kurt up, the boy pulled him into a hug, rubbing slow circles into his back. He didn't know who this kid was, but whoever it was certainly had a heart of gold.

The kid picked Kurt up bridal style, apologizing when Kurt hissed in pain. He opened the car door with a free hand, and slid him into the backseat. He whispered to Kurt that everything would be ok. But by the time he was in the driver's seat, Kurt exausted, and fell helplessly asleep.

First chapter done! There's going to be around 15 chapters, so this is most definatly not the end. I just hope you guys liked it c: Reviews are inspiration, and they help me write and update faster ;)

Oh! And if you haven't heard Britney Spear's Criminal, maybe you should listen to it. It really helps the story make sense. (: