A/N:

So here we are with my bad boy fic. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters, nor does this story have anything to do with One Direction.

Warning: Language, Inappropriate comments

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain...

-One Direction

"So, did you get a taste of Berry yet?" Blaine asked Puck from a no smoking area behind McKinley High, cigarette in hand.

Puck laughed. "And what makes you think I want that?"

"I don't know, maybe by the way you were eye fucking her in chemistry." Blaine smirked.

"Whatever." Puck said with a roll of his eyes.

"Anyway, how bout you? I know for a fact that you were drooling over that one boy." Puck said as he leaned back against the wall.

Blaine thought for a moment, there were a lot of 'that one boy'. "Oh, you mean Justin. Yeah I got a piece of his ass."

"Impressed, I thought he was straight."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "They always come through." He then winked at Puck.

"Mhmm, I was suprised that I saw Evans blowing your dick the other day."

"That kids gay, he just doesn't know it yet. It's a shame he's wasting all that talent on Fabray." Blaine huffed.

"Speaking of Fabray-" Blaine began.

"She's fucking crazy and tried to get Shelby arrested so we could have the baby."

Blaine laughed. "Girl drama, that's what you get for not capping it."

"Fuck off Anderson. Like you would even know." Puck snapped.

"Oh trust me, I do." He then winked and walked off.

Blaine was a 'bad boy' you could say. Today was the second month of school and Blaine was already bored with all the freshmans. Usually he lived for the start of school because that just ment a lot of new frats to terrorize. But this year there was a mess up in the system. Everyone was straight. Even with Blaine's talent at getting guys with a wink of an eye and a flip of the hair he would admit it was a lot harder to convince a straight guy to sleep with him then a gay guy.

This was what most mornings were like for him, he got up and met Puck at the dumpster. They would usually talk about sex or something else of equal importance. They didn't do feelings. Puck was the second bad ass at the school and compared to Blaine, he was a wimp. You have to remember that Blaine was the one that keyed David Karofsky's car and then set it on fire. Last week. The little bastard always got away with it, people soon figured out that they should just stop messing with Blaine. They figured this one out probably day two of freshman year when two seniors called him fag and slushied him, they mysteriously went missing for two days. They later found the two boys naked and tied together in one of the porta potties near the back of the school, fag spray painted across their bodies.

The funny thing was that Blaine didn't really look like the stereotypical bad boy. He was currently wearing a light blue tight V-neck shirt with a matching beanie. The only thing that looked bad boyish was his ripped black skinny jeans and his black leather boots with spikes and buckles on them. Not to mention his piercings. Maybe he was bad boy looking...

He walked into the school and looked around.

"Lets see what we got here." He said to himself as he rubbed his hands together.

It was Kurt's first day of school at McKinley High School. Tuition at Dalton became to steep and he had to be put back into public school. He hated public school, the kids at public school hated him as well. If the pee balloons that got thrown at him as a goodbye gift were an indicator.

He slept and woke up about every hour, he couldn't sleep but he wanted to try so it could take him out of reality. He dreaded his alarm clock going off, when he saw the clock read five he attempted to savor those thirty minutes he had as long as possible. It wasn't long enough.

The noisy alarm started shouting its presence and Kurt reached over to hit the snooze but his hand met nothing. His clock had mysteriously found its way across the room. Dad. His dad probably knew he would be resistant to get up so he does the one thing Kurt hates. Having to get up out of his sleep. But then again, didn't everyone hate that?

He reluctantly got up and went around the hall to the bathroom. The light from the bathroom burning his eyes. He quickly showered and got ready. He chose his most flamboyant outfit to make an impression. His dad of course told him not to as he didn't want to draw to much attention to himself as he was already going to be by starting a month late. Kurt just shook his head and smiled, that was the plan.

So here he was sipping on coffee and eating some grapes. Him and his dad kind of just staring at each other in a comfortable silence.

"I could drive you to school." His dad Burt offered from behind his coffee cup.

Kurt almost laughed at that. Yeah, just what I need, my daddy bringing me to school.

"I'll be fine." Kurt said and gave him a smile.

Burt just returned the smile. "Because you want to show off your car and don't want to be seen with your old man." He laughed and got up, heading upstairs.

Kurt didn't even try to argue it because he knew the man read his mind.

He grabbed his satchel and yelled a goodbye to his dad before vanishing in his car.

He drove to school with the radio playing quietly in the background.

"I like you, radio." Kurt talked to himself.

Well that's a bit sad, talking to inanimate objects.

"I need some friends." He murmured, knowing what he had said.

Once he got to school he entered the building. Here goes nothing.

"Hey beautiful." He heard a guy say, he must not me talking to me. Kurt thought.

So he kept walking. That is until the guy put his boot out and nearly tripped him.

The mysterious young man had a smirk on his face. "I said, hey beautiful. Don't they teach kids anything anymore? It's rude to ignore people when they talk to you."

Kurt was slightly put back by how up front this boy was. Or maybe it was because he was hot.

"Oh, right- hello." He said awkwardly mentally face palming himself.

"You gonna tell me your name, sweet cheeks?" The young man said with his hands in his pocket leaning against a locker.

Kurt blushed a bit. "Kurt Hummel. I must get going now-"

The boy stopped him, "Hey no, don't go all Alice in Wonderland on me."

Kurt examined him. "So let me guess, your the local bad boy?"

The boy chuckled a little and leaned in so close to his ear, his lips were practically touching it.

"I prefer Blaine, but I'll be anything you want me to be with you in jeans like those." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear and walked away. He didn't look back once.

It took Kurt a minute to regain himself, he probably looked like an idiot. Standing in the middle of the hallway with a blush on his face.

After a minute he figured out that he was in public so he shook his head and walked to the principals office to get his schedule. But before he could get there something caught his eye.

Glee Club Sign-Ups

1. Rachel Berry (there was a star next to her name which was odd)

2. Mercedes Jones

3. Artie Abrams

4. Tina Cohen-Chang

5. Finn Hudson

6. Mike Chang

7. Quinn Fabray

8. Brittany S. Pierce

9. Santana Lopez

10. Sam Evans

Those were all the names on the list so far so Kurt quickly added his name to it and ran to the principles office. At Dalton the glee club was cool and won almost every year but Kurt could never get on it. There was a waiting list for God's sake!

As soon as Kurt was in the office he saw out of the corner of his eye Blaine and some other guy writing names on the sign up sheet. That's weird, they didn't look like people who would- wait, never mind. He saw that they were putting things like 'Penis' on there. Kurt rolled his eyes, some people never grow up.

"Have a seat Mr. Hummel." The Indian man said in his accent.

Kurt obeyed and took a seat.

"So here is your schedule and a map of the school." The principle said handing over the paper.

"Um, why is the choir room crossed out?" He asked curiously.

Principle Figgins (Kurt determined by looking at his name tag) then leaned in and began whispering.

"That's where the vampire lives." He said actually looking frightened.

Okay, this schools fucked up.

Kurt had to hold in a laugh as he backed out of the room. The bell would ring any minute now.

He quickly found his locker and put in the assigned combination. He opened the empty locker and looked at his schedule. First up, history. He grabbed his US History book and began going to the classroom. When he was almost there the bell rang, he quickly found his seat in the back.

His dad told him not to sit in the very back because then he wouldn't know what was going on so he sat in the row in front of the very back. That should do.

He sat in the class and stared up at the clock counting down the minutes until he got to get out. He had already learned about all this stuff at Dalton.

It was about ten minutes into the class (Kurt knew this for a fact) when the same guy walked in from earlier.

"Mr. Anderson, care to join us?" The teacher scolded as he walked in and she handed him a tarty slip.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." Blaine rolled his eyes and sat down. Right behind Kurt.

He leaned forward in his chair and whispered in Kurt's ear.

"I was looking for you all over sweet cheeks, I was suprised to see you were in my class. I guess that wastes a whole tarty slip doesn't it?" He then smirked.

"Don't you have something better to do then harass me?" Kurt said tapping his pencil furiously on the table.

"You're right. My manners these days." He joked and did his worksheet in less then a minute.

Kurt was a bit suprised at how fast he did it. He was sure he had copied his work or gotten all the questions wrong. He then grabbed Blaine's paper and looked at the answers, they were all right. Even one that he stumbled on and knew was wrong was right.

Blaine smirked. "What? You expected me to be stupid?"

Kurt just realized that they were in a honors class after all.

"Yeah, kind of." Kurt replied putting his paper back on his desk.

Blaine put his feet through the hole in the back of Kurt's chair.

"My, my, my, your pretty hypocritical for the stereotypes your putting on right now." Blaine eyed his outfit. White skinny jeans, knee high boots, and a sweater.

Kurt noticed his gaze and pushed his feet out of his chair.

"Whatever do you mean?" Kurt feigned ignorance.

"That your gay." Blaine said aloud, smiling at the blush on Kurt's face.

Kurt looked around to see if anyone had heard. He wasn't ashamed and knew everyone probably knew by his looks but that would still be embarrassing.

Blaine noticed his looking around. "Aww, little Hummel isn't out of the closet yet?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I am. It'd be you I'm worried about."

Blaine laughed quietly. "Tell that to the hundreds of guys here I've face fucked."

Kurt's face went scarlet and he hid his face in his hands.

Blaine leaned over the table and pried his hands from his face.

"We got an innocent one here? That's a big turn on." He said nearly kissing him when the teacher called out.

"Would you like to share to the class what you were talking about?" The teacher asked from her desk.

"No-" Kurt began but Blaine got there to fast.

"Well if you insist, we were just talking about the number of guys I've fucked and I was imagining fucking him-" Blaine began from the back of the room, his feet propped up on the table.

Kurt wanted to hide in the corner. "Oh God."

The teacher looked taken back and many kids began laughing.

"Office Mr. Anderson!" She yelled a bit appalled.

"Aww, can't you just give me a detention now so I don't have to walk all the way down there? We all know what's going to happen." Blaine then began mimicking Princible Figgins voice. "Mr. Anderson, you need to not be inappropriate in this school, yada, yada, yada. I never do understand what he's saying."

A bunch of the kids in the class laughed and the teacher gave him a look and pointed towards the door.

Blaine hopped up and went out the door blowing Kurt a kiss

"See you later sweet cheeks." And with that, he was gone.

A/N:

So how was it? I really didn't want to be to stereotypical with the bad boy thing.

Review!

See ya next time.