Attitude Adjustment - Chapter 6
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! (Thanks to the reviewers who told me this!)
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, follows and favourites! :D May I please remind everyone reading this story that the characters will be OOC?
Strutting past everyone in the hallways of McKinley, the foursome halted to a sudden stop in front of Kurt's locker. Kurt, who had just opened his locker and grabbed his hairspray, turned to the students in the hallway and scowled at them angrily, causing them to turn their heads in fear. Kurt may not be the most respected person at McKinley, but that didn't mean that the pupils weren't scared of him. He was, in fact, one of the few people that most students were scared of. Not because of his sexuality, but because of his icy attitude towards anything and everything.
"Gay Hummel, how does it feel to be hated by everyone? Is it nice to have slushies thrown at you on a daily basis?" Jacob Ben Israel suddenly asked as he popped out of nowhere. However, instead of jumping at the sudden question, Kurt and the girls just stared blankly at the blogger, who immediately felt uncomfortable under the gazes of the soon-to-be head bitches of McKinley.
"You know, Jacob. I'm happy you asked me that question. It's definitely something I like to discuss, not only to my friends and family, but to everyone who is willing to listen." Kurt smiled sweetly. A little too sweet perhaps, but no one paid attention to it. Even the girls seemed surprised at Kurt's sweet tone but chose not to comment.
"I'm not gay, Hummel. Your flirting is not affecting me at all!" Jacob shouted with wide eyes. This alone was enough to convince the four that the annoying blogger was lying. His words may have meant one thing, but his eyes told a completely different story.
Kurt and the girls just rolled their eyes at Jacob's reaction. The blue-eyed boy stepped forward, so that he was in front of Jacob's face, and grabbed the microphone from the gossiper's hands before violently slinging it across the hallway. Jacob watched as his microphone smashed into tiny little pieces after the object hit the locker with great force and then fell to the hard floor, shattering loudly.
"So my flirting wasn't affecting you?" Kurt whispered into the boy's ear; his breath minty and warm. Jacob involuntarily shivered and sighed lovingly, causing the diva to giggle and pull back. Before anyone could get a word out, Kurt had placed his hairspray in front of Jacob's face and sprayed, resulting in the shorter boy to let out an unmanly squeal and jump back. "Well, too fucking bad. I guess I'll just have to try it out on someone else then. But let me tell you one thing, insult me again and this hairspray won't be the only thing that your eye will have to welcome unwillingly."
Quickly placing his hairspray back into his locker after spraying his own brunette hair, Kurt slammed his locker shut and walked off seductively, knowing that his confrontation with the school freak had attracted unwanted -or in Kurt's case, wanted- attention. The girls followed him wordlessly, still stunned at what had just taken place before their eyes.
"Damn, Hummel. If you keep acting like that, we'll be on top of the social ladder within days!" Santana whistled loudly, attracting even more attention towards them. "Seriously, that had to be the hottest thing I've seen. If you were straight, I'd have you in bed by now."
"Yeah!" Quinn agreed happily. "And did you see all the guys that just stared at Kurt's ass when he walked off? Wow, I never knew that many people were gay. Or maybe bisexual. Or possibly just Hummelsexual!"
"I like your ass, Kurtie. It looks really big and round. Like balls, but on your backside. But wait, you're a boy so that means you also have balls on your front side." Brittany suddenly gasped as she had an epiphany. "You're like magic! You have balls on your front AND back! Can I play with them sometime? They look fun to play with!"
The three friends just stared at Brittany, unsure whether to be amused or scared with the comments that the blonde had just made. They shrugged it off, deciding that it would be best off ignored. After all, Brittany was known for her bizarre comments and actions.
"Let it be a lesson to those who wants to mess with me. Even the homophobic neanderthals here! I may have been scared to stand up for myself before, but I feel like I've gotten so much braver since I've agreed to this arrangement with you guys. I don't know.. Call me cheesy for saying this, but I really want to thank you guys for helping me come out from my shell. I really appreciate it." Kurt explained with a huge grin on his face. He was truly happy with his decision to join the alliance.
The girls grinned back at Kurt's revelation. After a quick debate with themselves, they launched towards the oblivious boy, hugging him tightly. Kurt, on the other hand, shrieked loudly as the tight hug had taken him by complete surprise. They knew that everyone who could see them would probably label them as retards for their sudden episode, but they couldn't care less. They've discussed it before: as long as they had each other's backs, they didn't care about anyone else's opinion of them.
Giggling like little schoolgirls, they pulled back from the tight hug and just rolled their eyes at the whispering around them. Even though the whispers were quiet, they could tell that the particular subject was them. While the pupils surrounding them continued to whisper, the foursome smirked evilly at each other, knowing that they had already made a big impression on the students.
"What are you idiots looking at?" Santana growled loudly at the gossiping teens, who abruptly stopped their whispering and turned reluctantly to the Latina with wide eyes. "Can't we have some fucking privacy around here? By the way, whispering doesn't help. I've got ears like a hawk, I can hear all the shit you've been saying about us."
The people surrounding them, which now included teachers, gasped fearfully and looked at each other. They were all scared. Actually, scared was an understatement, they were all petrified. Staring apologetically at the four, they all fiddled around uncomfortably, afraid of the consequences they may have to face. Why wouldn't they be scared?
Santana had a reputation that would scare even a member of the school board. She was known for starting up fights, acting up in classes and paying no respect to anyone who had wronged her. There had also been a rumour that was spread around, which involved her with some blades, blood and an unsuspecting victim.
Quinn was the queen bee; always had been and probably always would be. No one dared to piss her off because she knew people. And these people were ruthless, according to the rumours. She always acted up in classes and being the head cheerleader, she had access to many privileges that can be used against you, one way or another. Because of her high grades, teacher never seemed to bother her much. In fact, they loved her. They practically worshipped the ground she walked on, thanks to the intelligence she possessed (that not many other people in her classes seemed to).
Brittany was unmistakably the sweetest girl out of the four. But her lack of common sense had gotten her many detentions and letters sent home, thus downgrading her and becoming a problem to most of the teachers at McKinley. She would also randomly blurt out nonsense in the middle of the lesson, causing a distraction and leading to a class full of wild animals. There were also comments made that had been extremely inappropriate, be it sexual or just irrelevant to the topic.
Kurt, possibly the least predictable person out of the four, was feared by many people, despite his sexual orientation. His cold demeanour had been the reason for the student body fearing him, but it was also the reason for his constant arguments with others, particularly the jocks. He was confident, but not arrogant; bitchy, but not overly nasty; a diva, but did not overdramatise situations. He had never been a person to start fights, but he had no problem getting involved in arguments, especially when he was the subject. Much like Quinn, he excelled in all his subjects, even physical education, but his best subject was French, having spoken the language ever since he was young. Due to the fact that he did well in all his subjects, the teachers loved him and not one bad word had been said about the lithe boy; he had them wrapped around his finger.
The dreaded clique walked down the halls with mocking smiles on their faces, occasionally shooting oblivious boys a wink, which was enough to send them swooning. They abruptly stopped in front of Santana and Brittany's Maths class, making sure to block the door so that nobody was allowed to enter or exit the room.
"Me and Brit will wait for you outside your class. We have glee next, right?" Santana nonchalantly asked while fiddling with her long locks. Quinn and Kurt gave her a quick nod. "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when we get inside the choir room. They're in for a big surprise!"
"H-h-hey guys. What are you doing here?" A familiar blond-haired teen asked, interrupting the four's conversation. Sam stood awkwardly beside Santana and Kurt, glancing up at the shorter boy subtly every time he was sure no one was looking.
Although the glances were subtle, Quinn caught them and immediately, she shared a knowing glance with Santana, who had also noticed the stares. Meanwhile, Brittany stood beside Santana comfortably, playing with her tassel bracelet and giggling silently when the accessory brushed against her sensitive skin.
"This is mine and Brit's class, you dumbass. Why else would we be here?" Santana snapped, rolling her eyes at the stupid question. Her attention then went back to Kurt, who appeared to be frozen on the spot, and Sam, who continued to steal shy glances at Kurt. "Where's your girlfriend anyway? In the cafeteria smuggling food for her first lesson?"
"Santana, girl, you better be talking about someone else!" Mercedes warned threateningly as she came up to the five teens. She glared daggers at the Latina, who seemed completely immune and unaffected by the action. Growling quietly, she turned to Sam with a frown on her face. "Sam, why didn't you defend me? And you, Kurt? Why didn't you defend me? I thought we're best friends, who always stuck up for each other?"
Sam didn't move; he remained quiet and frozen. However, Kurt was the complete opposite. He was angry. He was fuming. "Best friends? You're right, Mercedes. We were best friends, but please note that it's the past tense. I've moved on, as you can perfectly see." He gestured towards the three girls behind him, who had gotten into their defensive stances.
"Kurt. What happened? Did they force you into this? You're not like this, Kurt! Why would you go and become friends with those... those... bitches?! They're bad news, Kurt. You don't need them. You have me!" Mercedes pleaded with tears in her eyes. The group of students hadn't noticed the big crowd forming around them and watching their every move.
"I'm sorry. Did you just say that these girls -my friends- are a bad influence on me? To many people, they would be but to me, they're not. They're my new best friends. They were the ones who came to pick me up when I was depressed and crying, while you shouted at me down the phone and abandoned me! I don't think you're in the position to criticise anyone, Jones. Now if I were you, I'd just run off to my first lesson to avoid any further harm." Kurt replied acidly, venom evident throughout his whole speech. He didn't even bother registering the gasps and murmurs around them. All he could focus on was the anger he had towards his ex-best friend. "Actually, to save you the trouble, I'll leave first."
He them turned to the three angry girls behind him. "Come on, Quinn. We have a class to attend. I'll see you two later!" Before he left, he faced Mercedes quickly and gave her a furious glare. "I'll see you in glee, bitch."
A/N: The characters are going to be OOC for a reason. It just fits their personalities in this story better. And I know it may be a bit fast for Kurt to start getting involved in so many arguments already, but they're also happening for a reason. I've included in this chapter that he is the argumentative type anyway so hopefully it's not completely out of the blue. And remember that they're planning on taking over the school. They want their takeover to be as quick as possible :)
Reviews are appreciated. They really do motivate me ;)
By the way, I start school again soon so I won't be able to update much but I will try and update as much as I can! :)