A/N: Hola lovelies; this chapter is more in-depth of Kurt and Blaine's first meeting. So the last part of the prior chapter, but more in detail. Enjoy!

"Hey babe, have you seen the new kids? They're totally adorable appearance wise, but even more of a badass than Puck is personality wise, apparently they've all been to juvie and reform school after being kicked out of their old high school. This morning, one of them walked into Sue and told her that she 'looked like something died up her ass and that she needed to lay off the protein shakes.' And then, another one said to Mr. Tennley that the pants he was wearing made his ass look great. So, there's at least one that's obviously on your team-"

"Lovely. Just what we need at this school, more juveniles." Kurt cut her off,

"You won't be so sour after you lay your eyes on that one-I know your type, Hummel."

"Yeah, well, either way not like I can act on it. Not like you can act on your's either," the blonde's eyes widened, "Oh shut up, Fabray. I see how you look at Berry. Guess we're just stuck with each other." The two cheerleaders shared a quick peck before continuing down the hallway, arms linked.

"Boys! You're going to be late on your first day of school! I don't care how much of a badass you all are, I expect you all to behave like a Dalton boy and I swear to god, if any of you get a girl pregnant I will cut of your dicks. Are we understood?" Anthony bellowed up the stairs to where the warblers were getting ready for their first day.

Wes and David were the first ones down the stairs, dressed in casual button ups and jeans, next was Trent who was dressed in a t-shirt and cargo shorts, followed by Nick and Jeff who were holding hands, Nick in a nice polo and shorts, Jeff in jeans and a t-shirt with a pullover.

"Don't got to worry about us knocking anyone up, pops. Wrong plumbing." Jeff winked at his foster father before continuing into the kitchen with Nick.

"Yeah, yeah smartass." Anthony smirked, "BLAINE. GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE."

"Calm down, cupcake. I'm coming." Dark loafers appeared on the top step, followed by exposed ankles and dark-wash jean clad legs, a purple polo and a gold bowtie, along with gelled down raven hair. "Is this acceptable, daddy dearest?"

"Why did Lyss have to want the smartasses of the group? Why couldn't we get perfectly respectable boys instead?" Anthony muttered before walking back into his office. "Have a nice day, idiots!"

"Love you too, dad!" the boy's all chorused back to the retreating figure.

"Oh! Don't you boys just look absolutely adorable! Let me get a picture before you boys leave!"

"You've got to be kidding me," David murmured.

"Okay, Davey, Wes, Nick, and Jeffy I want you all to stand together-since you're all starting your junior year, and then B, you and Trent will get one together, and then I want one with all of you!" the boys lined up and Alyssa took all the pictures, "Okay! You boys can go now! I expect you all to be involved with at least one after school activity okay! I don't care what it is, but I want you all involved in something!"

Blaine, Nick, and Jeff all piled into Jeff's white escalade, while David, Wes, and Trent piled into David's candy red charger. When the boys all arrived at the Dalton household two weeks prior, there were six cars sitting in the driveway and each boy was told to choose their favorite.

Blaine had ran straight to the white Lincoln MKC, Trent to the navy Honda CR-Z, Wes grabbed the silver Coupe, David the candy apple red Charger, Nick squealed at the sight of the orange Mini Coop, and Jeff basically bowed down to the white Escalade.

"Shit man, what the fuck do you do for a living?" Blaine had uttered once he gained back his voice,

"I am the most successful lawyer in the state of Ohio, I have taken and won cases to the supreme court, and I am partly responsible for passing the gay marriage law in this lovely state of ours, and Lyssa is a fashion designer-you may know her line; Krystal, she mostly does children's clothing though, so Blaine you're probably the most likely to have heard of her." The other boys snickered as Blaine flushed before playfully punching Anthony's shoulder,

"Asshole."

"Language, curly q."

The two ostentatious cars sped into the school's parking lot five minutes before the second bell, calling the attention of the few stragglers and smokers milling about. The six boys got out and started walking towards the door, Blaine in the front, flanked by Jeff, Trent and Wes on one side, and Nick and David on the other, stopping everyone else in their tracks, while the boys ignored them completely.

"Move." Blaine ordered the redhead who was blocking the entrance with a video recorder and microphone.

"I'm Jacob Ben Israel and you guys must be new. Care to state your names, grades, and any embarrassing stories that you would hate to have spread around the school."

"No. Now move." Blaine replied, stareing the redhead down with an intimidating glare, which caused Jacob to quickly scurry away. The boys continued into the school towards the office.

"You must be Mr. Dalton's boys. You're all late." The receptionist stared at the boys with a disgusted look,

"I'm sorry Ms…" Blaine trailed off,

"Robbins."

"Ms. Robbins, that's a beautiful name for a beautiful lady. I apologize for our tardiness, it's just that it's a new town that none of us are familiar with, and we might've gotten lost a few times on the way here. Is it possible to just let us off this one time? I promise it won't happen again." bringing out his puppy dog eyes, Blaine pleaded with the woman who was blushing at his compliment.

"Well, I suppose; it's understandable since it's a new town. Okay, just make sure it won't happen again. Here are your schedules boys, have a nice day." She handed Trent a pile of papers to distribute throughout the boys, while Blaine took her hand and placed a kiss upon it, winking, he added,

"Thank you Ms. Robbins."

"Laying it on a little thick, don't you think, Anderson?"

"Hey, got us out of detention on the first day, didn't it? What the hell is Economics?" Blaine asked as he was looking down at his schedule,

"I don't know, but I got it with you. And Jeff, I have calculus with you after." Wes commented, adjusting his strap on his backpack.

"Alright, well, let's go make an impression boys. I'll see you all at lunch." David said as he turned on his heel and walked down a different hallway with Trent and Jeff as Nick went the opposite, looking over his shoulder at Jeff's retreating figure a couple times.

"God, they make me sick sometimes."

"It's just because you're jealous, short stack. You want a boy to share longing gazes with you too."

"No. I just want a good fuck. It's been awhile." The shorter commented before they both started towards their first class of the day.

"Kurt, do you want to go shopping after school?" Rachel asked the cheerleader who was sitting next to her during their first class.

"I have cheerios right after, but maybe afterwards. I'll have to check with my dad and see if he needs me at the shop at all tonight."

"Okay! Just let me know, I was thinking we could grab dinner too and I could run over the solo options I have for Glee Club this week, I was thinking about Cry or My Heart Will Go- " she was cut off by the door in the front of the classroom slamming open and two boys walking in. One was tall and Asian, with a maroon button up and dark navy jeans with sandals, while the other was a little shorter, with gelled black hair, rolled jeans, loafers, a polo, and even a bowtie. He was adorable, Kurt thought.

"Is this Economics?" the shorter asked.

"Yes. And you're late, also unfamiliar. Who are you?"

"Blaine. But you can call me whatever you want, handsome." The shorter winked, as the tall Asian rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"He's Blaine Anderson, and I'm Wes Montgomery we're new here."

"Alright boys, take a seat in the back. I was just about to start with the seating chart. Oh, shut up," the teacher called as the class erupted in a collective groan.

Kurt was eyeing the shorter boy make his way to the back of the classroom, watching how the muscles in his arms were barely contained by the tight purple shirt, or how amazing his ass looked in his tight jeans, everything about this boy seemed tight; his hair to his head, his plump lips were drawn into a tight line, his muscles were drawn up tight like he was ready to pounce at any given moment, and god, just imagine his ass, how tight that must be, Kurt started, before noticing that along with all of Blaine, his pants were starting to get tight.

"Shit." He murmured,

"Oh my god. He is gorgeous." Rachel exclaimed next to him, "Kurt! Do you see how dreamy the shorter one is? I wonder if he sings!" Rachel continued talking as Kurt kept observing the boy before their eyes met, and the hazel eyed boy's widened before winked at Kurt who turned quickly away.

"Shut up Rachel. I doubt he'd want to join glee."

"Oh but Kurt! You don't know that for sure, I mean, for all we know-"

"Anderson, Blaine."

"Waddup?"

"You're up here next to Hummel, Kurt. Get your feet off my desk." Kurt groaned when he heard that he was the lucky one who gets to sit next to the smartass gorgeous new kid.

"Sure thing, sugar." The teacher rolled his eyes, before sighing and moving on to the next pair of desks.

"Well, aren't I lucky? I get to sit next to a sexy little minx. My names, Blaine. What's yours sweetheart?" the boy murmured, Kurt caught his eyes raking shamelessly up and down his cheerleading uniform clad body, also taking in his perfectly coiffed chestnut hair, and ice blue eyes.

"Stop while you're ahead, Blaine." The light brunette said idly, getting out his textbook and continuing to do the assignment on the board, trying to ignore the butterflies that arose in his stomach at the thought of being checked out by an attractive man.

"Come on sweetheart, don't play hard to get. There were enough of those types in juvie."

"Lovely. I get to spend the rest of the year next to a delinquent." Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, it will be lovely. Just wait and see, sexy. You won't be able to hold me off for long."

"Except, yes. I will. Because I have a girlfriend." Blaine's eyes widened at that statement, Kurt smirked, didn't see that one coming, did you Anderson?

"Well, she can join in too. Two's great, but three's better. I myself prefer four, but hey, maybe we can find another tag along." He winked, slinging his arm around Kurt's chair.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up, hobbit."

"My height is the only short thing about me, princess. And you're welcome to prove that." The bad boy replied, saucily.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass." The bell rang soon after, and Kurt got up and walked two rows over to where Quinn was sitting next to Jacob Ben Israel.

"Oh thank god, Kurt. This idiot wouldn't leave me alone. Let's get out of here, shall we?" the blonde whispered before pecking him softly and linking her arm through his as they walked out the door. Kurt might've shook his hips a little more than usual when he felt eyes watching him as he walked out.

A/N: Um. I don't really have anything to say about this chapter. I hope you liked it! Reviews are greatly appreciated!