Attitude Adjustment - Chapter 9
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 again, peopleeeeee!
Before I continue, I would just like to inform you that the characters in this story will be changing their personalities a lot. I wanted to do this to create a sense of unpredictability because it is hard to find a person nowadays, who would be nice all the time or a bitch. I just wanted to make them sort of relatable in a way :)
"Santana, are you sure this is the right party?" Kurt asked hesitantly as he looked outside to find an old house, filled with drunk teenagers. He may have gotten more popular the past week, but he wasn't ready for the partying scene as of yet. He was waiting, he knew that it would be best if he did. "I don't want to sound like a killjoy here but this is freaking me out. I feel like if I step inside that house with this outfit on, someone will just whisk me away and rape me in an isolated room..."
Quinn, who had been switching between watching Kurt's expression and the party going on outside, nodded and bit her lip nervously. She had been to many parties before so she wasn't a stranger to them. However, seeing the unfamiliar faces inside the house, along with the unfriendly atmosphere, got her worried about her own safety. She turned to the Latina and also found her staring at the people outside with a scared look on her face, which was extremely rare for her. "I'm gonna have to agree with Kurt here, Santana. It doesn't look very... safe and controlled in there. Judging from the looks we're currently getting, it won't be long until someone offers us a drugged drink."
"C-" Santana's voice shook and cracked, making her shake her head and start her sentence again. "Come on, guys. Lighten up, it won't be as bad as it seems?" Despite the attempt to make her reply as strong and sure as possible, the hesitance and nervousness was still present, showing just how vulnerable she can be. She hated to admit it, but her friends were right. Brittany's absence just stung her even more when she thought about it, but understood the blonde's parents' argument. They were worried and Santana could finally understand why. The party was definitely not like the other parties she had been to.
It looked dangerous.
"Can we just go please?" Kurt pleaded, turning to Santana with wide eyes. "The stares that I'm getting are nice and all, but it's making me feel really scared. Why did we even agree to come to this party?"
The tanned girl inhaled deeply and racked her brain for the right answer. Why did they agree to attend the party? They didn't even recognise most of the people there! "The boy - Jack, I think - said it would be a blast so we said yes. But we haven't even gone in and it looks like someone did blast this place after all."
Kurt and Quinn rolled their eyes at the sarcasm, it was really not the time for joking. The boys around them were currently eyeing them hungrily; an expression that scared the trio. It looked like they were about to jump them for obvious reasons, and the fact that their suitors were drunk did not help their case at all. On the other hand, they did not want to look like killjoys, not even going inside the house and already leaving.
"What are you three doing here?" Blaine asked, coming up from behind the cheerleaders and causing the three to shriek loudly. The curly-haired boy had to stop himself from bursting out into laughter but after sneaking a glance to his ex, the laughter had turned into shyness. The countertenor - donning a tight red blouse with black short shorts and red converse - was looking at him with wide eyes, filled with anger, hurt and sheer disappointment. Looking away from him, Blaine exhaled silently, willing himself not to run over to Kurt and planting a huge kiss on his lips.
"Well, we were going to the party but it looks really dangerous." Quinn answered, staring momentarily at Kurt, who seemed to be in a trance. She knew that Kurt wasn't over Blaine yet, despite the constant denial, and was sure that the two would get back together in the future. Redirecting her eyes to Blaine, she noticed a relatively similar behaviour from him - shy, timid and reluctant. "Why are you here?"
"This is my friend's party, I'm kind of required to go really. It may look dangerous from the outside but once you get in... well let's just say you entered at your own risk. Mario's parties usually end badly - police always arrive, everyone gets wasted or stoned, and it's not exactly the most... innocent party overall." Blaine explained, looking at anyone and anything but Kurt. His bad-boy persona was at risk. Every time he had been seen with Kurt, or even caught dreaming about him during and after their relationship, his reputation always seemed to fade more and more.
Cursing at himself for thinking that, he couldn't help but let his mind wander back to his fight with Jeff and Nick. They were right. He cared more about his reputation than his own friendships and relationships. They were right all along. What was wrong with him?
No one spoke for a few minutes, the atmosphere around them filled with awkwardness and silence. That is, until an unknown partygoer jumped out of the window from behind them, naked and obviously drunk. The said partygoer then stood up and ran down the streets screaming, with a crowd of about twenty people following him.
"Hmm... I think we're just going to go now." Kurt hesitantly announced, grasping Quinn's arm and dragging her along to Santana's car, which was about ten steps away from them.
However, fate had other plans. Just as Kurt was about to storm off to the car, a small pebble magically appeared in his path, causing him to trip and let out a squeal. Before he could hit the floor though, arms swooped in and grabbed him. This was deemed unsuccessful though as Kurt ended up pulling his saviour down, instead of pulling himself up.
Currently, Kurt was on the floor, face to face with the stranger, who had tried to save him from falling. Slowly, he opened his blue eyes and found him staring at the hazel eyes that he had grown to love and cherish over the months they had been together.
Blaine.
Gasping loudly, Kurt panicked knowing that if they stayed in the position any longer, his conscience would do something he might regret. His heart ached when they first conversed with him that night, and now his heart was breaking as he remembered the love they felt for each other a while back. It deeply devastated him and he couldn't stop the feeling.
"I-I-I'm sorry." Blaine mumbled quietly, hesitantly getting up from the position that they were in. He didn't want to get up, he wanted to stay on top of Kurt - nothing dirty intended.
"Um... It's fine, I'm sorry." Kurt whispered back, so quietly that Blaine and the girls only managed to hear the words. It was times like that when they thanked their over sensitive ears.
Awkwardness soon followed afterwards; there was nothing but silence and occasional stares between the two boys. Those stares didn't go unnoticed by Quinn and Santana, who had just stood by and kept quiet, trying to figure out what to do. There was always the option of keeping the two apart, but they knew that it would only end up hurting both boys and they did not want to do that.
The silence was soon ruined by the group of guests returning; their shouts and howls still ear-shattering and unwanted. The guests rapidly entered the house, a stampede occurring, resulting in many people falling and tripping. Soon, the four were left alone again.
"Baby, what are you doing out here? You should be inside partying or fucking me." Sebastian purred out of nowhere, causing the four to jump up at the sudden intrusion. The tall, skinny boy noticed the cheerleaders and gave them a once over before turning and completely ignoring the fuming trio. The boy had no respect for them, which annoyed them to no end. Kurt, especially, was infuriated with not only the disrespect, but also the touchiness between Blaine and Sebastian. "I can't believe you're hanging out with these losers when you could be relaxing while I ride you. Wouldn't you like that, baby? I can make you feel really good."
"Sebastian, stop." Blaine roughly pushed the boy away from him, watching as he fell onto the grassed lawn. He looked up to find the three Cheerios glaring at Sebastian and bit his lip as he saw Kurt stare at him with pure hurt in his eyes. It killed him knowing that he caused the hurt, but knew that he couldn't do anything about it. Not yet, at least. He planned to let Kurt cool down for some time before appealing for another chance. The length of time was still undecided but he was sure that some time apart would do both of them good.
"What are you three staring at?" Sebastian barked angrily at Kurt, Santana and Quinn, who gave him looks of disgust and boredom. They were used to people snapping at them so it was nothing new. "Turn around and start walking before I stand up and punch you into next week. I'm gay so that 'boys shouldn't hit girls' rule does not apply to me."
Santana blinked before yawning and putting up a hand, signalling the furious boy to shut up. She was not in the mood for an argument or a fight but they came to a party, and parties always ended in cat fights and tears. "Please shut up, you're giving me a headache."
Sebastian's eyes flared with anger. He wasn't used to people talking back to him, they were always scared of him. Glaring at the cheerleaders intensely, he noticed the formation they created; Kurt and Quinn were stood in front of Santana, creating a triangular shape, with all three displaying expressions of boredom and amusement.
Standing up quickly, Sebastian growled at the trio, who seemed unaffected by the sound. "Bitch, you weren't just talking to me, were you?"
"I'm sorry but are you thick? You're the only one stood there and she's staring right at you. Who else would she be talking to? The non-existent shadow behind you?" Kurt snorted bravely, playing with his manicured fingernails. He had changed so much throughout the week but he didn't care. He liked his new attitude and was proud of it.
"You did not just call me dumb!" Sebastian shouted in disbelief, gasping and pointing accusingly at the countertenor.
"But I did." Kurt smirked triumphantly when he saw Sebastian's jaw dropping. How he loved seeing people fall apart right in front of him.
"You're such a bitch." The taller boy hissed, quickly glancing at Blaine, who was just watching intently. "And look at your outfit, it just shows how slutty you three are. I bet you just fuck everyone you see, regardless of their age, gender or ethnicity."
"Sorry to break it to you, sweetie, but I'm gay, meaning I only go for men. And as for being called a slut, we've been called worse. If you want to hurt us, you'll have to do better than calling us sluts and bitches." Kurt spat out viciously, eyes narrowing at his newly-found rival. "Come on, girls. The presence of this asshole is bothering me; it's disgusting."
Before Sebastian could even retaliate, the three had already walked off to their car, which Sebastian couldn't help but admire. The shiny black Lamborghini being displayed was a dream to him, a dream that he knew would never come true, unless he worked for it. Ew, he hated working.
Blaine moved towards Sebastian and threw an arm around the gaping boy, offering peaceful reassurances to him. As he watched the car drive away, he caught the look that Kurt had given him. It was similar to the hurtful one he had gotten earlier, only now, it was filled with not only hurt, but also anguish, heartbreak and unshed tears. The arm around Sebastian immediately retracted like he had just touched fire. So much for trying to win Kurt's heart back.
He definitely knew one thing though.
He was never going to give up.
Kurt was going to be his again. It was only a matter of time.
"So..." Santana drawled, breaking the silence in the car. She looked outside her window while driving and watched the trees and houses blur into fuzzy images as they drove past, with the rain pouring forcefully. "Do you two feel like clubbing? There's this club not far from Lima and to be fucking honest, I need something to take my mind off of that fucking prick. Tell your parents that you're sleeping over mine tonight, just in case. I don't want anyone blaming me for this."
Kurt reluctantly pulled out his iPhone from his shorts pocket and debated whether he should fake being sick or suck it up and party the night away. He had never been to a party before, let alone go clubbing, so the thought slightly scared him. The consequences are unpredictable, making him bite his lip nervously. Taking a deep breath, he decided that he should just go and see if it was satisfactory before complaining. Besides, he had a bunch of firsts that he needed to start ticking off.
To: Finn
I'm sleeping over Santana's tonight so just tell dad and Carole, in case they wonder where I am. I would've called but I didn't want to wake anyone up since it's already quite late. Night! xoxo
Sent 21:37
From: Kurt
Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he looked forward to see Quinn texting her parents while Santana focused on her driving. He yawned quietly and got his mirror out to reevaluate his appearance. "What's the club called? It better be good, otherwise I'm going home."
Rolling her eyes, Santana just chuckled evilly, thinking back to the last time she had been to the club. It was a record for her; she had given about three blowjobs to three different people and even took home a completely different man for a one night stand. All four of her stalkers that night were much older than her - two were in college, while the other two had a life of their own. She had a feeling that Kurt would love the place.
"Oh, it's good. Trust me, it's the best club I've been to in a while. It's a straight club but with you, I'm sure you can expect men and women asking for a quickie when we get there." Santana winked playfully, chuckling evilly when she heard Kurt cursing at her. She loved to wind Kurt up, the outcomes were always fun to watch.
"Kurt, you need to get laid." Quinn absentmindedly stated, ignoring the shouts from Kurt, ordering her to stop talking. "Let's make a deal. When we get there, we stick together for about an hour then separate and find ourselves a good fuck. Even I'll join in, and that's dedication since I'd never usually do something like this. We just need to loosen up and have fun, considering we've had a pretty irregular week. We quit glee, Kurt joined the Cheerios, started our domination at school; it's gonna be pretty stressing after a while, you know."
Santana seemed to take the suggestion into consideration while Kurt stared at Quinn like she was an alien. Those words coming out of Quinn's mouth was a huge surprise; like the blonde had mentioned earlier, she would never suggest something like that. Ever.
"Blondie has a point, we all need to have a bit of fun. I'm in and Quinn's in, what about you, porcelain?" Santana stared at Kurt knowingly. She had a feeling that the boy was sexually frustrated and was practically craving for a good time, but was too afraid to admit or do anything to support the idea. It saddened her that the last time Kurt had fucked someone - or someone had fucked Kurt (the boy had to keep reminding her with dreamy eyes) - was back with Blaine, and that had been so long ago. Everyone should have sex, it made the world a happier place!
"I don't know, that's a bit crude and reckless. It's too much for me." Kurt bit his lip nervously, trying to ignore the part of him that was begging him to agree with the plan.
"Kurt, even I agreed to do this. Well, I suggested it so it's only natural that I agreed to take part, but my point is, we all need to do something outside of our comfort zone and just live a little. It's not always that we're 17 and dominating the school. Think of it this way; the worst that can happen is if the person we pick is absolutely shit in bed. There's no harm in this, as long as we remember to use protection." Quinn tried to reason with her gay friend, holding up the condoms that she had pulled out of her Chanel purse. "Would you feel better if we met up afterwards so we don't have to stay with our chosen fuck all night?"
Kurt groaned, clutching his Prada bag closely. Coming from Quinn, the plan seemed harmless and innocent, like there was no flaws that came with it. That was what scared Kurt though; what if there were more flaws that came along with the plan? What if no one even wanted to sleep with him? He would end up embarrassed and humiliated, and he did not want either of those. Clenching his teeth in frustration, he looked up to see the hopeful look of Quinn's staring back at him and the optimistic glance from Santana through the mirror at the front.
"Fine, I'll do it. But if this all turns out wrong, I will be holding you two responsible for this." Kurt shakily replied, the hesitation present but it came out much stronger than he originally intended it to be. "And to answer your question, Quinn, yes it would make me feel much better. If we're doing this, I want to ease into it slowly. Other than... him, I've not slept with anyone before so this would be a first for me."
"Great! It's decided!" Santana shouted, nodding understandingly with Quinn at Kurt's statement. "What time is it now?"
"It's ten o'clock now." Quinn answered as Kurt got his phone out to check any texts from Finn. "That means we can stay together till about 11 then find ourselves a good fuck from then. When does the club close?"
"It closes at 4 in the morning so we've got a while. What if we all agree to meet back at my car at about 3-ish? Or if we finish earlier, we can just call each other. Fuck, we sound like prostitutes here." Santana laughed and Quinn joined her. Kurt, on the other hand, looked up from his iPhone and instinctively widened his eyes at the comparison and suddenly became even more unsure than before. "Kurt, I was joking. Chill out! We're just planning the itinerary so everyone knows what to do, since you don't want to stay out all night. We'll go back to mine after our trip to the club and get some actual sleep. It's Saturday tomorrow anyway so it wouldn't be much of a problem. My mum doesn't really care. She's more carefree than other parents and I definitely appreciate the space she gives me."
"Okay, okay. I'm just new to this, I'm obviously not gonna be like a pro at this! I've never really been to a proper party before. I've been to Rachel's shitty one, but other than that, I can't really remember any other parties that I've been to before." Kurt revealed, biting his lip again. He made a note to himself that biting his lip was his way of showing his hesitation and nervousness.
"We understand that, but you know that we're only doing this to help you get into this lifestyle, right? We're not just doing this for the fun of it - well, only slightly. Once you become desired or feared by many, you'd be expected to turn up to major parties to show off your attitude, and trust me when I say that people don't take it too kindly if you ignore their party invitation." Quinn involuntarily shuddered at the vivid thought.
Kurt didn't reply, just nodded, and soon, they rode in comfortable silence. From Santana's earlier announcement, the club was nearby and they were only about five to ten minutes away. This started to give Kurt adrenaline rushes and tinges of excitement as he knew that the events that would happen that night would most likely follow him for the rest of his life. The thought of that made Kurt shiver in anticipation.
Remembering that he had received a text from Finn, he quickly fished his phone out of his pocket and read the unread message.
To: Kurt
Sure thing, dude. Burt already asked me about you and he said to call him ASAP because he wanted to know if you're okay. He doesn't seem mad though so don't worry about his heart :) xxxxxx
Sent 21:58
From: Finn
Kurt smiled at the reply but rolled his eyes at the nickname. It amazed him how they went from the f-bomb debacle to what they were now; the change was very much appreciated. They were so much more comfortable with each other and they truly loved each other, despite their brotherly bickers. If one were to ask a fifteen-year-old Kurt about Finn, he would have swooned and squealed, but Kurt now sneered at the thought. It just didn't seem right to him anymore.
"Hummel, we're here now." Santana suddenly stated, snapping Kurt from his earlier thoughts. Twisting their body to face the boy, Quinn and Santana shared a knowing smirk when they saw the questioning glance from Kurt. "Prepare yourself because these clubs tend to get a little crazy after a while. Trust me, I've been here enough to know that everyone isn't as friendly as they seem, which leads us to our ground rules."
"I've been to a few clubs before. I just dislike partying with people I know, it just ruined it for me." Quinn shrugged when she saw Kurt raising an eyebrow at her. "Anyways, rule number one - do not take drinks from just anyone. I'm pretty sure you know better than to do that but there are a lot of persistent people here, who would stop at nothing to get their target in bed with them. We're all planning on having a one night stand anyway but you'd probably want it to be fun and totally consensual, not brutal and painful. So just remember that not everyone here is as friendly as they seem, like Santana mentioned earlier."
Kurt gulped at the first warning; it sounded painful just listening to it! He didn't think he was ready to hear the other rules, but knew that it would be best if he did. He was terrified. He was a seventeen-year-old boy who had never been to a club before and was currently wearing some very revealing clothing; who wouldn't be scared?
"Rule number two - stay close to us or a crowd if you've not found a prey - or predator, if you want - yet because chances are, someone will grab you and drag you in an abandoned room, most likely the toilets in this case." Santana bluntly added, almost chuckling at the wide eyed gaze that Kurt gave her. "As long as you stay close to a crowd of people, no one will think to do something like that because once you scream, their cover is blown."
"And finally, rule number three." Quinn smiled softly at Kurt, reaching out to squeeze Kurt's shaking hands. "This rule is probably more to us than a general rule, but before you go off with a guy, introduce him to us first. We want to make sure that he will treat you okay since you'll be gone with him for a few hours. Me and Santana will decide if he deserves your presence in bed, just in case he ends up being an idiot and hurting you."
"T-Thanks." Kurt smiled back gently at the two caring faces in front of him.
"Okay." Santana announced, clapping her hands and grinning widely. "So here's the plan; we will go in there, attract a few people, dance for a while before splitting up and finding our targets for the night. We will then meet up at our table - which we will choose when we get in - and dance for a few minutes, just so me and Quinn can get a proper look at your guy. Then, we will have our mind-blowing one night stand and meet up back here at the car at about 3-ish, understood?"
Quinn and Kurt nodded, with the latter's nod containing some hesitation and a bit of exhilaration. Even after all the reassurance he had received, it did not stop the horror bubbling up in his stomach. He tried to push it away but found it returning involuntarily after a while. The countertenor took deep breaths before exiting the car and looking at the club in front of him.
The sign was a bright neon green that shone under the night sky, due to the lights that strategically outlined the perimeter of each letter. It read 'Sweet Dreams', which somehow eased Kurt's nervousness slightly. The music that was being blasted could be heard outside and from what Kurt could hear, it seemed to switch to different genres occasionally. People were outside smoking and drinking while there were sounds of catcalls and happy shrieks from inside the club.
"I guess this doesn't seem too bad..." Kurt trailed off as he watched the two girls start walking to the entrance of the club. Cursing quietly, he ran to catch up with them. He grabbed their arms and laced his own with theirs so that they were forming a chain. "Thanks for leaving me!"
The two girls just shook their head and laughed, the distance between them and the entrance becoming shorter as they walked. They looked around and saw that they were attracting the attention of not only the men, but also the women. Winks and whistles were directed at the three, making them giggle and wink back playfully. Santana, an open lesbian, even grabbed a few girls' asses as they walked past them. No one objected though; if anything, they ended up begging for another touch.
"Shit." Kurt hissed quietly so that only Quinn and Santana could hear him. His eyes widened as they stopped in front of the booth, where a bouncer was stood. "How are we supposed to get in? We're underaged and I've got no money on me right now!"
"Calm down." Quinn silently whispered back, letting Santana talk to the huge bouncer. "Santana is a regular here, she's got us a few fake IDs and as for the money, I'm not sure. I've not got any on me either, but she said that we didn't need it. Something about a free night?"
Kurt visibly relaxed and looked at Santana, who seemed to be flirting with the bouncer. Rolling his eyes at the flirtatious exchange, he ran his hands through his brown hair and exhaled loudly, earning him a few whistles, to which he responded by looking at his admirers and giggling sweetly. "I could get used to the attention I'm getting here."
Quinn laughed loudly, throwing her head back and exposing her pale neck. The action also earned her whistles, which made her laugh even more and squeeze Kurt's hand happily. "Same here, we should come here more often. We should make this as a tradition or something!"
"A tradition, huh?" Kurt repeated thoughtfully, making Quinn raise her eyebrow at him. The tone of his voice was not innocent nor guileless, which was a rare occurrence for the countertenor. "We totally should, if tonight goes well. It would be our sort of thing to get our minds of any negativity that surrounds our lives. I think we should do this monthly, since weekly would cause too much stress and annually would be too long."
"Great, come on. Santana looks like she's about to cut a bitch right now, she's been waving at us for like five minutes now." Quinn laughed, dragging Kurt along with her to catch up with the irritated Latina. They looked at each other and exchanged a small smile before linking their arms and entering the noisy club together.
It was the start of a beautiful tradition.
A/N: So sorry for the long wait but school has caught up with me recently and now I'm completely buried with schoolwork and homework. My updating will be less frequent now, not like it was to begin with, but it will be much slower than usual. Sorry!
Can I just remind you guys that the characters here may seem really bipolar but they're really not? I just want to make them unpredictable, like I mentioned on the author's note at the beginning of this chapter. Most - if not, all - characters are OOC as well.
Finally, I just noticed that Chris is one of the youngest cast members on glee, yet he portrays someone older than half the original cast. He also acts so much more mature than most of the cast, which I find really ironic and funny at the same time :) gotta love Chris!
Any mistakes or errors are my doing, so sorry for that!
Reviews are appreciated :)