Attitude Adjustment - Chapter 10

Summary: After months of dating, Blaine abruptly breaks up with Kurt and Kurt thinks that an attitude change is needed. Little did everyone know that the sudden change in Kurt's personality and appearance can also be their new worst nightmare. Badboy!Blaine SluttyPopular!Kurt

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or anyone associated with the show.

Warnings: Even though the first few chapters would be rated T, I'm putting it on the M category because it will get smutty in the future chapters. There will also be a lot of swearing, promiscuity and a bitchy Kurt. Cross dressing!

A/N: Thank you again! I'm so sorry for the long wait! Longer A/N at the end of this chapter.

The three cheerleaders entered the club, expecting to see everyone socialising but found that there were only a few people on the dance floor. Santana raised her eyebrow at the unusually quiet atmosphere, obviously used to the club (and clubs in general) being noisy and sex-crazed, like it usually was.

"This is weird. Last time I came here, this club was on full-swing; people dancing, socialising and trying to get laid. What the fuck happened to this place?" Santana shouted over the loud music. Before they came in, everyone seemed to be having fun but they came in and saw that there was nothing to get excited about. The laughter and squeals that they had heard outside were just friends talking to each other. Barely anyone was actually taking the time to get to know other people!

"Are you sure we're at the right club, San?" Kurt asked, looking disgustedly at the atrocious dancing of the other people on the dance floor. Instead of dancing seductively or exaggeratedly like on movies or one's imagination, they looked like they had a fish down their bottom attire, causing them to shake like a crazy maniac.

"I'm pretty sure we are..." Santana paused, searching for any actual events that are interesting enough for them to watch or join along. "I'm guessing we just came at the wrong time. They look like they're lacking sleep and dance skills. Looks like we won't be getting laid tonight!"

"I don't mind. There are more hotter guys in McKinley and that's saying something since there are only about 5 good-looking boys there." Quinn added with a small giggle. "Or maybe we can convince Coach Sylvester to let us visit a university for... extra training or something. Surely, there'd be more hot guys there. It's a university, for fuck's sake!"

"That's a good idea actually. How about this then? We drink and just have a good time tonight then on Monday, we ask Coach about your idea. I need to get laid soon, she is getting lonely." Santana stated, pointing towards her prized possession.

"Santana, I'm gay. I don't really need to know what you or she thinks. Never in my whole life will I even spare a glance at that disgusting body part." Kurt gagged jokingly, causing Quinn to laugh. "Sounds like a good idea though. Now come on, time to get smashed!"

With that, the three cheerleaders walked straight towards the bar and got their alcoholic drinks, chugging them down in one go before asking for another. They looked around, hoping to find something fun for them to do but found nothing that interested them. Even the DJ, who was supposed to encourage the crowd to let loose, looked dead.

By their third drink, they were beginning to feel the alcoholic beverages' effects, causing them to feel dizzy but lighter, in terms of their mood. Santana, who was the designated driver, decided to stop after her fourth drink so that their ride home would still be somewhat safe, while Quinn and Kurt continued to drink the night away.

"I'm actually so happy that you took me here, you two." Kurt slurred as he attracted a crowd around them due to his suggestive dance moves. "I've never felt so free and I love it!"

The other two girls giggled and joined Kurt with his seductive dance moves, not missing the lustful looks they've been getting from the other partygoers. It was hard not to since they were eyeing them hungrily. When they first entered the club, it was boring and lifeless. Now that they were drunk and buzzing with energy, everything seemed to be even more fun and actually full of life. Was it their presence that excited the audience or did the audience just gain energy automatically? Whatever the answer was, they didn't care. Maybe their plan could commence after all.

"Sebastian, stop!" Blaine growled as he tried to pry himself out of Sebastian's arms.

After Kurt, Santana and Quinn had left, the two had gone back to the party, with Blaine feeling helpless and confused. He didn't know that his ex - who he secretly wished was still his current - would show up at the party so when he saw him, his whole body froze and his mind drew a blank. He was surprised when he found out that he would be making an appearance, let alone appearing with minimal clothing.

Blaine just wanted to rip off the clothes that were there, which wasn't much. How did Kurt get out of the house wearing that?

He had met Burt numerous times and from what he had seen, the man was very protective of his son. The older man didn't seem to be the type of father who would allow his son to go to a party - with alcohol, boys and no authority - wearing clothes that covered very little. Not that he was complaining or anything; HELL NO!

"Babe, I'm really horny right now. I want you to fuck me into next week." Sebastian slurred, grabbing Blaine's crotch and rubbing slowly, in hope to get the latter willing and ready. "Are you still thinking about that slut? I'll help you forget about him."

That was it for Blaine. He aggressively grabbed Sebastian's hands and swung it so that it accidentally slapped someone else's ass. "First of all, do not call him a slut. And secondly, I never knew that you were this clingy. We're not exactly dating so I can't break up with you, but I can and I will end our silly little games right now."

The taller teen gasped as he heard Blaine's words and immediately sobered up. "Shit, I'm sorry. Just don't leave me, I'll do anything!"

Blaine laughed at the desperate attempts, ignoring the shattered expression on the other's face. "Wow, you are clingy! At least when I was dating Kurt, he gave me a bit of freedom. I'm not even dating you and you seem to think that I'm exclusive to you. Fuck that!"

Instead of surrendering like Blaine had hoped, Sebastian's eyes flared with anger but this wasn't enough to scare Blaine. "I'm not fucking clingy. You know what, you two are perfect for each other! Both of you are whores. Dirty, disgusting whores who deserves absolutely nothing in life."

The next few moments were a blur for both of them.

Sebastian had ended up on the floor with a bloody nose and a black eye while Blaine had stormed off to his car, hoping to get home before he was criticised for what he did to the dick who insulted him and his boyfri- ex-boyfriend. That was just uncalled for and if Blaine was being honest, deserved more than two punches.

He wouldn't have minded if it was just him that had been insulted; maybe one punch would've been enough. When Kurt was brought into the conversations me the insult, it infuriated him. No one called him a slut because he certainly wasn't. It was Blaine who had been unable to keep his dick inside his pants, not Kurt.

Only if Kurt forgave him.

He'd do anything to be back together with Kurt again.

"Hey, sexy. Want to go somewhere more private?" A man, about twice Kurt's age, asked with a wink.

"No, he does not. We were just leaving, you freak." Santana snapped at the stranger, glaring daggers and shooing him off. Despite their initial plan to get laid, she began to feel uneasy with the situation once she saw the stares they had been getting. They weren't just lustful stares, they were more towards hungry and ready to devour - something Santana didn't like one bit. Especially with Kurt; the stranger that offered was definitely not someone that Santana approves of. He was dirty, he was old and he looked like a pedophile, who would take advantage of Kurt's drunkenness. "Now, if you would kindly fuck off, that'd be very much appreciated."

"What are you? His hag?" The stranger bit back, obviously pissed off that he wasn't getting laid that night.

"Maybe I am, what's it to you? I'm not afraid to hurt you. My cheerleading coach taught us how to defend ourselves using hand combat and weapons." Santana's eyes narrowed into slits as she realised that the nameless freak was not going to give up anytime soon. "I will say this once more; fuck off before someone gets hurt."

"Listen, little girl. I won't fight you but I do not like getting told what to do. All I want is to fuck your friend over there." He slurred, clenching his fists. "Or if you want, you can join for a threesome, I'm pretty flexible."

"A threesome with you?" Santana laughed loudly. "Please. I'd rather drown myself in molten lava than have sex with you, fucking creep!"

"Santana, what's going on here?" Kurt asked, his voice slurring slightly.

"Did you not hear me the first time?" The man questioned before Santana had the time to answer, immediately holding out his hand for Kurt to take.

However, instead to accepting the outstretched hand, Kurt glared at it and immediately tried to act sober, knowing that if he didn't control himself, there would be trouble. "No, I can't say I did. What do you want?"

"You."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the straightforward reply but didn't say anything. He was honestly freaked out with how close the man was to him; it just proved to him that the man was crazy. Never would he even consider sleeping with the guy! He looked beside him to see Santana seething and preparing for a fight. Kurt couldn't blame her, the stranger was getting on his last nerve.

"I'm sorry, I can't say the same. Now if you'll excuse us, we were just about to go home." Kurt politely responded, beginning to walk towards the exit of the club and trying to get out of the club without getting into a fight or causing any trouble. No one knew about their visit to the club and his dad would go mental if he found out.

"You're gonna regret turning me down, bitch!" The man shouted out, posing as if he as some sort of prized possession. It made Kurt and the girls laugh but they didn't show it, in case he came storming over to them and starting an actual fight.

"Don't flatter yourself, darling!" Quinn shouted back, directing her erected middle finger towards him.

Quietly walking out of the club, they all looked at each other and suddenly started to laugh their heads off. Despite getting slightly freaked out with the persistent man, they found it amusing how someone like him could even imagine getting laid in the first place. Yes, they looked for a good personality but that stranger proved to be an asshole. Not to mention, he was not as attractive as he thought he was; sure he may had been built and muscular, but other than that, there was nothing that the girls could pinpoint that they actually found attractive about the man!

"If this is going to be a regular occurrence for us, maybe I shouldn't drink every time we go clubbing!" Kurt giggled, his slur coming back. While he pretended to feel sober in the club, it was only to avoid the stalker they had. He tried so hard not to slur or show any sign of drunkenness as he did not want to get taken advantage of. The amount of individuals raped because they were drunk was just unbelievable, and Kurt did not want to end up like that! It was a good thing he was a brilliant actor.

"And that, lady and gentlegay, is why you should stick with me when we're at a club. I have experience with these things so I have an idea how to deal with persistent men, who are just too desperate to get laid." Santana proclaimed, clicking her fingers and shaking her head as she began giggling once again. "Since it's like 1 in the morning anyway, we might as well head back to mine. Everyone is probably asleep though so we'll have to be quiet. My mum is a complete bitch when you disturb her 'beauty sleep'." She rolled her eyes and pulled the two drunken teens to her car.

"Can I just sleep in your car? It's really comfy." Kurt yawned out loud, his eyes beginning to shut momentarily.

"Fuck no. I do not want anyone being sick in my car, mi pobre bebé!" Santana growled, ushering her friends into the car and starting the engine once she was sure that Quinn and Kurt were safely sat down. The last thing she needed was one of the two feeling dizzy or breaking a bone in her back seat. That'd be a nightmare and she just didn't have the patience at that moment, she'd probably bitch slap them hard if they did. "Are you guys ready to go? It'll be another half an hour till we get back to mine."

"Yeah, yeah. Now hurry up, I'm so tired." Quinn yawned loudly, resting her head on Kurt's shoulders. They had both decided to sit in the back, instead of having one beside Santana, because they figured it'd be easier to move around. And also so that Santana didn't feel obliged to shout at them every two minutes. "Hangover's gonna be such a bitch tomorrow."

"That's the price of getting drunk." Kurt bluntly replied, releasing another yawn himself and rubbing his eyes, attempting to stay awake until they got to Santana's house. He was preparing himself for the hangover the morning after; Kurt decided it was better to be ready than being surprised in the morning with a killer headache and a constant urge to be sick.

The car ride then became silent and remained silent until they got back to Santana's house, which looked dead, along with the other houses in her street. It was past two in the morning and it was pitch black outside so they didn't question it.

"Hurry up, we need to get to my room as quietly as possibly. I am really not in the mood for my parents shouting at me because I'm being too loud. I just want to in and go to bed." Santana sighed out, locking her car when the other two cheerleaders stumbled out of the car. She then proceeded to drag them into her house -it was a good thing she, for once, remembered her house key!- and to her room, making as little noise as possible. "Right, how are we going to sleep?"

"I don't know, I want to sleep!" Quinn whined sleepily, collapsing on to the bed, followed by Kurt, who fell beside her. Before they knew it, their eyes were shut and they were incapable of opening them again.

"I'm guessing I'm taking the couch then..." Santana trailed off as she saw the two passed out on her bed. Sighing, she grabbed an extra blanket from the side of her bed and laid it on top of the two drunken singers, and collected her own blankets and pillows for herself.

Unable to keep her eyes open, she then followed the others' example and feel into a deep slumber, all thoughts and problems aside.

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! I had a case of writer's block and I couldn't make my ideas flow properly. That, and I've had exams and homework to do, which basically took most of my time every week. So I'm sorry. Anyways, this is more of a filler chapter because I had to limit what I write because it didn't flow as fluently as I hoped. If it doesn't even compare to the past chapters, I apologise. I, myself, think that this is probably the worst chapter in the story because of the lack of organisation, ideas and inspiration for this chapter.

mi pobre bebé - my poor baby (google translator!)

Sorry for any mistakes and errors in this chapter! And there's probably too many to count so I apologise.

Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! -insert uneasy look-