Attitude Adjustment - Chapter 8

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: Thanks for the reviews, follows and favourites! :) last chapter, Cheerio!Kurt is introduced. I am pleased to introduce the beginning of Slutty!Kurt this chapter ;) I really don't want to include homophobia here. There's no need for it because people should learn how to respect and support the LGBT community naturally.

As the day continued, Jeff and Nick continued to fantasise about their threesome with Kurt, pissing Blaine off to no end. While they knew of Blaine's hesitant denials about missing Kurt, they thought it would still be a good idea to sleep with Kurt, seeing as the boy turned into a sexy beast over the short weekend break. Blaine was also getting flustered and obviously jealous, which was a valuable bonus for them.

"We could tie him up and blindfold him while we double penetrate him! Damn, he's going to be sore afterwards." Jeff gushed with stars in his eyes, making Blaine want to gag and stab Jeff with the fork he had. "When should we ask him? I'm really excited, this is gonna be so awesome! Are you coming along when we ask him, Blaine?"

Blaine bit his lip nervously, an action that he had grown to hate as it made his nervousness more obvious to the people he was with. He had a mental debate with himself in his head - if he agreed, he would not be able to handle the pain in his heart (he'd never say that out loud though) but if he didn't, he would be too curious and would possibly end up spying anyway. It was very difficult. After the small disagreement in his head, he had decided. "Um, sorry. I can't, I've got... some homework that I need to catch up on. I'm behind in a lot of my classes and my parents have been annoying me about it. Sorry, maybe next time."

"Blaine, you're no fun!" Nick and Jeff pouted adorably, too adorable for Blaine's taste, who just grimaced and raised a pierced eyebrow at the couple. He knew what they were doing; they were trying to make him jealous by persuading Kurt to have sex with them. It was working. He was officially jealous. But he'd never say it out loud. "Don't you want to see Kurt? I mean, when was the last time you saw him?"

"I saw him when I went to Finn's for that fucking sleepover actually. Besides, I ended up leaving for a while anyway so I could fuck Sebastian." Blaine smirked, licking his lips lightly. He looked around the hallway to see if anyone was there who would overhear their conversation. The last thing he needed was more attention directed to him. He already had enough attention; he was currently known as the stupid boy who broke up with the now very sexy Kurt Hummel.

Jeff and Nick shook their heads in disbelief. They were starting to hate the person that Blaine had become. They had used to be the best of friends - them, Blaine, Wes and David. When they started at McKinley, Blaine had become a completely different person, and not in a good way. He had pushed all his friends away, always insisting that he'd prefer to be alone, and it pissed them all off so much. Soon enough, Wes and David had separated from their group and had rejoined a different group, admitting that it was Blaine's new attitude that pushed them away. Luckily for Blaine, both of them had a bit more patience with him. If not, they would have followed the other two's example a while ago.

"Why are you shaking your heads? It's not any of your fucking businesses anyway!" Blaine hissed furiously, glaring daggers at the two boys. "So what if I left for an hour or so, just to fuck Sebastian? It's not like there's anyone there who would get hurt because of it. Calm down, it's my decision and my decision was to allow Sebastian to satisfy my needs. Both of you are just hypocritical, immature whores, who needs to grow up! Fuck your opinions, fuck anyone's! This is my life!"

Both Jeff and Nick's mouth fell open at their friend's insensitivity. They may not be the most serious people around, but they did try to give good advice and comments when their friends needed it. While they should've expected that kind of reaction from their friend, they didn't expect him to insult or even try to hurt their feelings. One thing they hated was being called immature. Throughout their whole lives, people had often called them immature and they absolutely despised the adjective. Blaine knew this and that was what hurt them the most. It made them feel completely hopeless and useless.

"You know, I actually thought we were practically brothers. We've always been close and there for each other, but your new attitude has actually changed you so much. You've already lost Wes and David, and I honestly thought that you'd at least try to prevent your new persona from getting in the way of our friendship, but how wrong was I?" Jeff started, tears gathering in his eyes. Nick, who was beside the blond, sighed as he hugged his sensitive boyfriend and finished what he was saying. "Congratulations, Blaine. You've lost two other friends today. Don't bother trying to apologise to me and Jeff because we both know that you care more about your popularity than your own friends. Apologising to us will just completely downgrade you and that's what you're afraid of, isn't that right? Consider us complete strangers because that's what we'll be doing from now on. And before I forget, just because we had this stupid fight, don't expect me or Jeff to stop persuading Kurt for a threesome."

With that, both boys walked down the hallways to their next class, leaving Blaine alone. The black-haired teen just sniffed and groaned, punching a nearby locker in frustration. He was pissed off; he had lost all four of his true friends. They had been there with him through thick and thin, but he ruined it. He ruined it. He ruined everything. Why was it so difficult?

He let out a few tears of loneliness as he walked out of the school, not caring that he was expected to attend his last lesson. He was too angry and if he attended the lesson, he would have probably ended up getting multiple detentions anyway. He was not in the mood for any sort of interaction from anybody, he needed to be alone. Maybe then he'd start to think more clearly, properly and meaningfully.

Maybe it would help him get his happy life back.

Maybe it would help him become happy again.

Maybe, just maybe, it would help him get Kurt back.

"SLOPPY! My great grandmother can do better than that!" Coach Sylvester shouted loudly through her megaphone, startling the cheerleaders and causing their pyramid to wobble unsteadily. Kurt, who was on top of the pyramid, squealed as he felt the bottom part of the pyramid struggle to regain their balance. "I cannot stand the sight of failure. All of you go home, the stench of failure makes me nauseous. The kind of nausea you get when you hug your mother."

With those words, the coach walked off angrily, shouting loudly at any and every nearby students.

The pyramid collapsed and all the cheerleaders, excluding the fearsome foursome, involved in the formation fell, groaning in pain once they hit the ground. The quartet took the opportunity to show off their new skills, flipping flawlessly in the air before landing on the ground graciously. Their fellow Cheerios gasped at the display, astounded by the perfection of their actions. They were certainly one-of-a-kind.

"Are you staying here?" Santana asked, staring at the boys practising in their football uniform. Just because they were in an alliance now, it didn't mean that she would have to be celibate. Her and Brittany were open to any sexual advances made by the guys who were visiting from another school. McKinley's football team were nowhere near as hot as them. Fuck, they were sexy. She wouldn't mind getting tied up to a bed and getting fucked by one of the football players.

Completely ignoring the cheerleaders behind them who were struggling to get up, they began to walk towards the side of the field where the football players were located. They were currently having a friendly, impromptu game, which explained why there was another school's football team on the field and no audience to watch them.

"Who are they?" Quinn purred, licking her pink lips as they approached the players. She may have been the president of celibacy club and have abstained from sex ever since she got pregnant, but she was still looking for a relationship. One that may bring out her... rather wild side. "They look absolutely gorgeous. We should go introduce ourselves."

"Too bad Brit isn't here. She'd definitely love this." Santana added, sighing sadly. Brittany had gotten sent home after drinking one of the more safer potions in the science lab, resulting in dizziness and constant vomiting. The nurses had began panicking when they first found out about this, but gradually calmed down after the science teacher explained that it was just a non-toxic chemical that wouldn't cause much trouble, except a few minor symptoms. Nonetheless, she was sent home and was not allowed to attend school for a few days, just in case.

"Finn!" Kurt shouted out, catching the attention of all the football players, including his step-brother's, who immediately ran towards him. Before Kurt could get a word out, Finn had thrown a towel around his waist, trying to cover as much of Kurt's legs as he possibly can. "What are you doing?! I only came to ask who these new guys are."

"But dude! Your shorts are too short, there are a lot of sexually frustrated boys here and flaunting your ass is not helping at all." Finn replied as he tried to subtly hold his towel over Kurt's pale legs. "They don't go here, they're from this school on the other side of Lima. Not that far, but it takes a good twenty minutes to get there. I don't know the name of the school, but from what I know, it's got a bad reputation. Druggies, criminals and sex-obsessed people go to school there!"

"Finn, you can stop covering my legs with your towel now. It's not doing anything but making them suspicious. The last thing we need is misconceptions about any incestuous acts. And don't call me dude!" Kurt shrieked quietly so that only Finn and the girls behind him could hear. "Keep calm, Finn. I'm not going to transfer there. I was just asking, they seem... nice, I guess. Mind if me and the girls watch you guys play?"

"No, you can watch. Just stay there, I don't want any of the guys making any suggestive comments about you." Finn announced, hesitantly removing his towel from blocking Kurt's legs. He led them to the stands beside the area they were playing on, protectively glaring at the boys who whistled at Kurt and the two girls. They may not be close, but they were still part of the glee club family.

"Whatever, Finn. Just because you're older, it doesn't automatically mean that I need to be taken care of all the time. I can handle myself, thank you very much." Kurt huffed stubbornly, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at his step-brother's protectiveness. He loved Finn. But sometimes, the taller and older boy needed to back off. He was not as fragile as many people thought; he can perfectly handle himself fine.

"Sorry, just looking out for my little brother!" Finn exclaimed, smiling goofily and ruffling Kurt's hair. Kurt shrieked loudly and smacked Finn's arm, quickly trying to fix his hair with a brush that he had pulled out of his Marc Jacobs bag. The football player just ran back out to the field, laughing loudly at the flustered diva.

"I'm actually going to kill that boy when we get home." Kurt hissed angrily, running his brush vigorously through his hair. He wanted his hair to be perfect, like always. Good hair didn't just come naturally.

While the fashionista desperately attempted to fix his hair, his two friends giggled at his antics, glancing at the football players every now and then. They were amazed at how good the other football team played, they were so much better than McKinley's own and they weren't embarrassed to admit that. They were cheerleaders, not avid supporters. Plus, they were actually hot. Muscly, tanned and handsome - just the way they liked it.

"I think we should introduce ourselves once they've finished." Santana suggested, licking her lips absentmindedly as she watched the jocks intently. She could honestly care less about football, she preferred to focus on the men who played than the actual sport itself. She may be in love with Brittany, but it doesn't stop her from sleeping around. "You might want to wait for your brother to get in the showers first though, Hummel. The last thing you need is Hudson freaking out because he finds you flirting with another boy. Don't hold back with the flirting, by the way. In that Cheerios attire, no one's going to be able to resist you."

"Santana, how dare you assume that I'm going to flirt with them? I'm not that kind of person, you know." Kurt smirked teasingly, letting Santana and Quinn know that he was only joking. Of course, he was. The lack of excitement in his life deeply depressed him. He needed to get that excitement back and he knew exactly how to do just that. "Yeah, Finn tends to get... all brotherly sometimes, he doesn't exactly know when to back off. He can be such a cockblock sometimes!"

"Please, even a blind person can tell that you are lusting after those football players." Santana replied, rolling her eyes at the feigned innocence. A stranger, or a person who wasn't close to Kurt, would think that he is an innocent, little boy but Santana knew. After that shopping trip and the sleepover, she and the other girls knew that Kurt was not as innocent as he seemed to be. Their fashion-obsessed friend had told them about his rather interesting fantasies and they were far from innocent. The boy was not naive nor angelic.

"So what? They're hot and judging from the 'I want to fuck you' eyes you're giving them, you are as well. Heck, even Quinn seems to be lusting after them." Kurt countered, winking at both girls who just shrugged. Despite Quinn's choice to stay abstinent, she had often been caught staring at many, many boys. And it wasn't the normal, innocent kind of stare either.

"In my defence, I've not seen anyone like them here at McKinley before. They are smoking!" Quinn unashamedly purred. "Enough about me though, we should get Kurtie here a boyfriend. You haven't had one since that asshole, you really need to move on, Kurt."

"If I wasn't over him, would I be staring at anyone else?" Kurt scoffed, rolling his eyes. However, there was a part of him that did the complete opposite - say that he was not over and run towards Blaine, wherever he was. He knew that he wasn't completely over Blaine yet, but given the time, he would be willing to move on. "Besides, I'm not looking for a boyfriend.. I'm not really ready for that yet."

For now, he wasn't sure if he was able to handle the dating life again and that was when he decided that he would try a new lifestyle.

One that did not involve dating, but would earn him some well-deserved praise and sex.

Blaine would regret ever breaking his heart.

A/N: Just to clear things up, some of you may have noticed the similarity between the end of Blaine's POV and the end of chapter 1. I did that on purpose so if any of you think that I'm running out of ideas, maybe so but I wrote the last three lines deliberately. I was trying to create a link because this is the first time that I included Blaine's side of the story and I wanted to connect it to Kurt's side on the first chapter :)

I've also written a oneshot that reenacts Kurt and Blaine's first time in this story. It's my first time writing smut so please be nice with the comments :) it should be out soon! I'm just finishing it now.

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