Attitude Adjustment - Chapter 12 (I think?)

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: Future smut, swearing and cross-dressing. That's all I can think of for now.

A/N: Thanks to the reviews, I really appreciate it! I even added some references to the second chapter of Two Months so keep an eye out for that ;)

In this chapter, we see a more vulnerable side of Kurt's towards the end, which I don't think I've actually included since the first chapter of this story really. Things take a sudden turn in this chapter, lets just say that.

Enjoy!

Rolling over to her side and slowly opening her eyes, Santana Diabla Lopez groaned softly and looked at the digital clock beside the couch where she had slept the previous night. 10:23, it read, causing Santana to grab a pillow from the floor and throwing it at the bed where her friends slept. "Wake up! We can't stay in bed all day, I've been planning to go shopping today and I am not letting you two ruin that!"

Two high-pitched whines were heard and two heads shot up from the bed. "Santana, can you please stop shouting? I've got a killer headache and if you don't let me rest, expect me to be extra bitchy today." Kurt replied with a glare. Quinn, who was beside the countertenor, nodded and fell back onto the bed with a sigh, not even taking a minute before already falling back asleep. "At least give us an hour more or so. We'll go out before lunch because unlike you, me and Quinn drunk quite a lot last night and are currently suffering from a hangover. Good night." And with that, Kurt followed his blonde friend's example and went back to sleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.

"Fine, fine. It's not my fault you two drunk so much last night. I'll just go help my mum with breakfast or something." Santana said to no one in particular. Quickly slipping on her slippers, she made her way out of her room and into the kitchen, momentarily pausing to glance back at her friends with a smile. She would never admit it out loud but she was grateful to have friends like them, including Brittany. Speaking of Brittany, she decided that she would call the girl in a few minutes, not having heard from her since before the weekend began.

"Ma, are you there?" Santana called out as she descended down the stairs gracefully, clutching the robe she had put on before going downstairs. She walked to the living room and saw her father sat on one of the red sofas, reading the daily newspaper with the TV also turned on. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, Santana set off to the kitchen where her mother was cooking breakfast. People would usually assume that Santana was an independent girl and she was, but she did rely on her parents so much - probably more than any other teen in Lima, Ohio. That was why she was grateful to have a very close bond with her parents; she felt as if she had the freedom to talk to them about anything and everything without having them judge her in any way. "Good morning, ma! Just to let you know, Kurt and Quinn are upstairs sleeping so you should probably cook more for breakfast. They crashed here last night after we went clubbing." Santana suddenly laughed, causing her mother to give her a strange look. "Sorry, I just remembered something that happened last night. It was hilarious, you should have been there!"

"Is that why they're still not awake? Suffering from the dreaded morning hangover?" Estrella chuckled softly, shaking her head at the two teens. She was honestly so proud of how her daughter handled herself, despite the calls and letters that she got for Santana's so-called rudeness. She understood that it was only a defence mechanism that Santana had built up over the years to prevent herself from getting hurt both physically and mentally. Estrella was ecstatic - no, she was over the moon - when she found out that Santana, Brittany, Kurt and Quinn became a close-knit circle of friends; she was their biggest supporter. Having known Brittany and Quinn for many years prior to their agreement, she knew that they were good for her daughter. They helped to balance each other. She didn't know how, nor did she mind, but all she knew was that it worked well. Kurt, now he was a new face for her so she couldn't judge him at first. When Santana had first invited him round to their house about a year ago for a glee project, Estrella and the countertenor had immediately clicked. There was just something about him that made Estrella feel like he would be a great addition to their family. So when Santana told her about her devious plan (they talked to each other about everything), she felt happiness wash through her because she knew that it would be a chance to get to know Kurt better. She didn't care that he was gay; she didn't care that he liked to dress and act differently; she didn't really care about all his flaws because she knew that he was a good person inside. That was all that mattered. There was that and the fact that Estrella had a feeling that he would be a great friend to have, despite the rather large age gap between the two. Even though her husband was already close to Kurt and Burt, she herself had not really associated with both until Santana introduced Kurt to her. Burt was still a stranger to her and she made it her mission to at least try to befriend the man, to further strengthen their family bonds. "Pass me the eggs and bacon then, we have guests that we do not want to disappoint! Now pray tell, what happened last night that you found so funny?"

"Oh, it was hilarious!" Santana started with a wide grin on her face, grabbing the eggs and bacon from the kitchen counter beside her and passing them to her mother, who stared at Santana in amusement. "There was this guy that tried to hit on Kurt, albeit poorly, and it was hilarious because he was being so persistent and would not give up at all. Then when I tried to defend Kurt, he went on about having a threesome since he can be flexible with genders. We left and he was shouting out about how we'd regret it. Ha, that was so funny!" The Latina teen doubled over in laughter while her mother started giggling, causing her father to enter the room with a questioning look on his face.

"What is going on in here?" Ricardo Lopez, the father and breadwinner of the Lopez family household, asked slowly. He looked from his wife to his daughter, who were both still laughing their heads off. Shaking his head softly, he joined in the infectious laughter, despite not knowing the real reason why the two were guffawing. "I don't even know why I'm laughing. Damn your infectious laughs!"

"What's going on?" Quinn yawned out, scratching her blonde hair while Kurt appeared next to her with a blank and tired look on his face. Even though they only woke up, they still managed to look their best; their hair looking slightly messed up but in a sexy way, and their faces looking flawless and clear. The two cheerleaders were still wearing their attire from the previous night since they fell asleep immediately after laying in Santana's bed. "Can we have some water please? I don't think this headache will go away anytime soon. How much did we drink last night?!"

"Here you go, dears." Estrella cooed sweetly, handing Quinn and Kurt glasses of water and watching them as they downed the water in one go. It amazed her how different teens acted from her generation to the current one. Her mother would've beheaded her if she was caught drinking under the age of eighteen but she felt as if Santana was responsible enough to take care of herself when she went out - drinking or not. She trusted her daughter to make the right decisions. Finishing up the bacons and eggs that she was cooking, Estrella placed them on a plate and urged the two teens to take it. "Take a seat, Quinn, Kurt. I made breakfast for all of us and from what Santana told me, you three had an interesting night last night." She winked at the two, who began laughing and shaking their heads gleefully. "But before you retell the story, lets eat."

"Thanks, Mrs Lopez." Kurt smiled and grabbed the plate from the counter and walked towards the kitchen table where the rest of the food was laid. Quinn followed Kurt's example and took a seat opposite the diva, who was already munching on the food. They hadn't had anything to eat since the night before and they were absolutely starving. "Oh my gosh, this is amazing. I feel like I haven't eaten in years!"

"Calm down, honey." Estrella laughed gently as she began digging into her own breakfast. Glancing around the room to find everyone else eating happily, she sighed and giggled slightly at the piggish manners of the others. "How many times do I have to say, Kurt? Call me Estrella! I feel so old when you call me Mrs Lopez. That goes for you too, Quinn. No need for formalities, we're all close here."

"Oops, sorry, Mrs Lop- I mean, Estrella!" Quinn quickly corrected herself and even looked proud for remembering the right name to call the older woman. The blonde teen moaned in appreciation as she took a bite of her omelette. "What's the plan for today, San?" She asked, turning to her friend with a mouthful of food, which caused the latter to sneer back in utter disgust. Kurt and the Lopez parents laughed at the facial expression of the self-proclaimed bitch while Quinn cowered slightly.

"Swallow your food before talking to me, Fabray. It's horrible having bits and pieces of chewed up food thrown at you." Santana hissed venomously, moving further away from Quinn to prevent getting blasted with food again. "To answer your question, we are going shopping, like I've already mentioned earlier. You've got to see Kurt and his techniques to get discounts. They are pure genius!"

Ricardo, who had always been a close friend of Burt's, stared at Kurt with a raised eyebrow, as if questioning the younger teen's innocence already, even if the puzzle was still missing a few pieces. He had been there with Burt when Elizabeth had rushed downstairs to tell Burt that her water broke. He had watched Kurt grow up and even though they did not interact much anymore, he had always had a soft spot for the pale boy. He treated him as his own child, the same way Burt treated Santana as his own. Both fathers did not exactly show their friendship as much in public anymore, making it harder to believe that they actually did know and get along with each other for some reason, but they still remained close, meeting up every other week when they weren't busy with their respectful jobs. "And may I ask what this so-called technique entails? It sounds very interesting." He raised an eyebrow at Kurt.

"Oh, it's nothing, Mr Lo- I mean, Ricardo." Kurt laughed nervously, knowing that if anything got out to his father, he would probably never be allowed shopping by himself again. After the whole debacle about Kurt attracting attention to himself unintentionally, Burt had become incredibly uneasy about leaving his son by himself with people in every corner watching his every move. Call the father paranoid but it was not something that a parent would exactly be comfortable with, especially since some of the attention came from men who looked desperate for release and sex. Kurt knew that Ricardo and Burt were friends, despite the two not showing it very often. Ricardo would often swing by the garage and help around for free, while Burt offered as much help as he could when Ricardo had a big case coming up. That was why Kurt feared that if anything got out to Ricardo, it would eventually get to his dad, which would increase his father's overprotectiveness. "Santana's just over exaggerating the whole situation, it's just some harmless... association between two people... Yeah, that sounds just about right."

"Harmless association?" Santana intervened in amusement, knowing full well of the reason why the pale boy did not want to reveal his actions. It was just too interesting to let go though so Santana, being the devil she was, decided to make the situation known to her parents and Quinn. "It was more like suggestive flirting, if you ask me. This little rascal can be such a slut when it comes to shopping. He would flirt with the workers at the store, which would earn him discounts on the products he purchases, even going as far as kisses on the cheek, little touches and even brushes on the workers' genitals. It's hot, don't get me wrong. I don't think Uncle Burt will approve though." Santana winked at Kurt and sighed in feigned worry. "Don't think I didn't see you touching that man's dick the other day. You made it look subtle but I know that look. You turned to me with a smirk on your face and the guy looked ready to explode in his trousers!"

"Kurt Alexander Hummel!" Estrella gasped out in mixed shock and approval. She was shocked that Kurt, who Santana described as 'bitchy but an innocent and naive prude', would do such thing but she also approved because yet again, Kurt proved to be more unpredictable and versatile (in a good way, of course) than she originally thought he was. "I don't know whether to tell you off for doing something like that or giving you a high five because you are more interesting than I made you out to be." She shook her head, laughing and soon enough, Quinn and Santana joined in while Kurt blushed in embarrassment and Ricardo felt an urge to protect the boy, whom he treated as his own son.

"I actually never thought of you doing anything like that, Kurt! You just seem so innocent, so pure, so delicate!" Quinn exclaimed in surprise, her mouth gaping as she momentarily stopped laughing. Everyone in McKinley had thought of Kurt as a guileless boy, who was yet to be corrupted and introduced to the sexual nature of humans. And this was even after he limped into school with a huge hickey on his neck, alongside Blaine who was smirking proudly behind him. Little did the student body know that, while Kurt acted as if he was an angelic poster boy for abstinence in school, he was really not as innocent as he made himself out to be. Blaine was one of the proofs for this hypothesis. "I can just imagine Uncle Burt locking you up in your room and stopping you from ever going outside again. He can be really scary when he wants to!"

"Oh, trust me, I know." Kurt rolled his eyes and groaned in embarrassment again. "Santana! Why did you say that? I can't believe you just said that!" He turned towards Estrella and Ricardo, who were staring back at him with raised eyebrows, with wide eyes that begged them not to tell Burt. "It's just fabricated, she's lying! Please don't tell my dad. Quinn's right, he would stop me from ever setting foot outside again. That can't happen because that means no shopping time and no shopping time will eventually result to my death! And trust me, when I die, I will blame this all on you, Santana. Prepare to see me in every corner of your eye because I will not leave you alone until I feel that you have suffered enough." Kurt finished, lowering his voice down to a husky, dangerous tone, which sent shivers down everyone's spine.

"If that's how you'll be haunting me, then I might as well kill you now!" Santana responded with a seductive smirk on her face. There was no doubt that Kurt's deep voice turned her on; hell, she'd probably scream it from the rooftops if she had the chance. Now that was not something she was ashamed of, mostly because she knew of other people who felt the exact same. "But if this counts for something, I'm sorry for telling the truth. Even I was surprised when I saw Kurt leaning over to the guy and flirting, as you call it. You don't exactly see him doing that in school, do you?"

"Yeah, Kurt. People in school think of you as the Virgin Mary even after you and Blaine had loud, noisy sex in the janitor's closet." Quinn announced absentmindedly, glancing at Kurt, who looked like he was about to faint in shock and embarrassment. "What? You're not exactly the quietest when having sex, everyone now knows that. If it makes you feel better, I found it really hot and I just wanted to jump you right there and then. Sadly, you're gay and Blaine's possessive so I had a feeling you and Blaine would probably just drop kick me out of the closet to resume fucking like rabbits." She shrugged as if she had not just revealed Kurt's sex life to the latter's dad's close friend and his wife.

"And remember when Kurt came in to glee after with sex hair, crumpled clothes and a bunch of hickeys all over his neck?" Santana added, talking specifically to Quinn, who nodded gleefully as she reminisced the day it happened. "Kurt, you were limping the whole day and I remember when I 'accidentally' slapped your ass and you went flying down the hallway, clutching your backside." The two girls laughed loudly. "That was hilarious! Even Finn looked mildly amused, even though he looked scarred at the thought of his brother having sex more than he does."

"And you can't forget the time when Finn shouted it out the first time, informing the school about Kurt's sexual escapades. I mean, he had a huge hickey on his neck that his scarf didn't manage to cover and he was limping all day, but Finn's outburst just confirmed everyone's suspicions." Quinn pointed out, clicking her fingers and looking at the Lopez parents with a smirk on her face. "Oh, Ricardo and Estrella. You should've seen it, they were having a moment of PDA when Finn interrupted them and it went from there to that oaf running down the hallway, screaming like a girl because Blaine pretended to run after him. Now that was a sight to remember. You went from the baby penguin that we all knew to this 'baby penguin gone slutty', according to the entirety of the McKinley student body. Yet everyone still thinks of you as an angel, why is that?"

"I know! Then there's me, who would go to school with a small hickey on my neck and suddenly I'm an insatiable whore?" Santana raised a dark eyebrow and while she tried to make her words sound bitter, she had a tone of amusement in her voice, letting Kurt know that she was only teasing. "You should've heard what he said afterwards though! Kurtie here showed his shameless slutty side and literally told Blaine that he missed his cock. I was shocked that something like that could come out of his mouth but then again, who knows what's been in his mouth that weekend, right? I'm still convinced that you two were pretty kinky then."

"Santana, that's enough!" Kurt whined childishly, covering his reddening face with his hands and groaning loudly. He was beyond embarrassed that his friends - and after they revealed Kurt's personal information, the word 'friends' was used very loosely - would not even hesitate to mention his sex life, let alone in front of parents. Especially since one of the said parents was his dad's best friend, he could already imagine the possible punishments that may come his way for doing all those obscenities under the age of thirty, like Burt had originally said. "Please don't tell my dad any of this, he would kill me. I mean, he found out that I wasn't a virgin anymore when I came home limping and donning a huge hickey on my neck after spending the weekend with Blaine, but I'm pretty sure he still has this idea in his head that I'm untouched and I'll remain that way until I'm thirty years old." At this, Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head at the thought of being a thirty-year-old virgin. Now that would've been depressing and humiliating. Ergh.

"We won't tell anyone, Kurt. Don't worry, your secret is safe with us... Well, with me, it is anyway." Estrella giggled, directing her eyes to her husband who seemed deep in thought. She knew of Burt and Ricardo's pact to look after each other's children, and immediately knew that it would probably not be a good idea to feed her husband any more information about the countertenor's, ahem, private details. Otherwise, there would probably be trouble. "Looks like Ricardo doesn't seem to approve of this. Don't worry, it's not because he's homophobic. It's more to do with the fact that he looks at you like his - our - own son, similar to how your dad looks at Santana and Eduardo as his own, and its not exactly nice, knowing that our child is sexually active."

"Speaking of Eduardo, where is he?" Santana muttered curiously to herself as she wondered where her older brother could possibly be.

"I didn't know your families were so close!" Quinn pondered out loud, thinking more to herself than actually making a statement.

"Yeah, me and Burt have been friends for many years now. We go all the way back to high school where we immediately hit it off and became close. Me and Burt were so different in high school - he was the jock that everyone loved and looked up to while I was more technical and preferred technology over sports. But we were best friends and we still are, even to this day. I was his wingman when it came to Elizabeth and I was actually there when Elizabeth came running down the stairs moaning about how painful it was since her water broke." Ricardo chuckled in amusement, gasping gruffly when Estrella smacked his arm roughly for laughing at a woman's pain. "Ouch, it was true though. She was going absolutely crazy - shouting, kicking, crying. Anyway, the point is we've always been close since we became friends and we've always got each other's back, which also, unfortunately for you two," He looked at Santana and Kurt, and smirked. "includes both of you. That means that we act as your temporary parent when the other is unavailable or not present."

Kurt groaned loudly. "Does that mean you're gonna tell me off for having sex now? Before you say anything, can I just say that, like I told my father, my first time was completely my idea. Blaine didn't force me, Blaine didn't pressure me, Blaine didn't do anything; I initiated it because I felt that I was ready to give my virginity to him. Even though we are now broken up," At this, Kurt's voice shook violently as he struggled to hold back the tears he had been holding for a while. He really wasn't over Blaine yet; he may not announce it publicly but that didn't mean that he had already healed his broken heart. He was still hurting and he was sure that it would take him more than just a short amount of time to mend his shattered heart. "I can honestly say that I do not regret losing it to him. It hurt first - boy, did it hurt! - but he made it so much more pleasurable and enjoyable after a while. He was actually so concerned that he had hurt me at first, wasn't that just cute? Oops, you probably didn't need to know that but I tend to word vomit when I'm out in awkward situations."

He laughed nervously, trying to hide the fact that tears were threatening to spill any moment. Judging from the apologetic eyes that Santana and Quinn gave him, he immediately knew that his strong facade had not worked as effectively as it could've. He wanted to come off as this strong, brave man who looked past the break up and onto the future that would hold much better things for him. Instead, he made himself look like a weak fool and this was enough to set Kurt off into tears. Could you really blame him? He had never meant to show off his more vulnerable, fragile side. After persevering to erect tougher and more stable walls, Kurt had initially thought that it had finally worked; he became untouchable. Turned out, he was still the fragile, weak boy that everyone had grown to know. He was just lucky that he didn't burst into tears at school. Otherwise, everything they had worked for was going to be completely ruined.

Santana, despite teasing Kurt at first, had no idea that the boy was going to have a mental breakdown. Now that he was sat in front of her crying his eyes out, she immediately knew that she had struck a nerve. It hadn't been that way at first, Kurt was actually embarrassed rather than upset! So what was it that set him off like that? Suddenly, she felt a light flicker on in her head and gasped quietly so that only Quinn heard.

Blaine.

That asshole had been Kurt's first love, first boyfriend, first time, amongst others; no wonder he was so upset! Santana knew that you couldn't get over your first love just like that. It did take time. Even she was not completely over her first love but she tended to do anything and everything so that she felt as if she was at least trying to move on - be it sleeping around, dating strangers or whatever but nothing seemed to work. She heard some people say that your first love would always stay with you, no matter what. No matter how much pain they caused, no matter how much hatred you felt for them, no matter how many people you date after; you would never forget them.

Snapping out of her trance, her eyes followed Kurt, who was now being consoled by Quinn and Estrella while Ricardo stayed back with visible sympathetic eyes. Santana, herself, felt a few tears prick her eyes as she attempted to place herself in Kurt's shoes.

Blaine didn't even give a reason why they broke up. That fucking bastard! Kurt loved him and Kurt trusted him with his whole life but Blaine - she spat his name venomously - decided to ruin it. The couple had exchanged very expensive gifts (she heard both boys talking to their friends about how much they had spent on each other, separately of course), that were filled with much love, a week prior to the break up so their split really was very abrupt. Never mind the fact that he got him an Alexander McQueen jacket that probably costed him thousands, the amount of pain that Kurt was in after just broke her heart. And that was coming from Santana Lopez, a bitch known for being heartless and downright cruel.

"What's wrong, Kurt?" Quinn asked, hugging the boy tightly as Estrella and Ricardo looked at him with worry. Like Santana, she had seen how sad Kurt's eyes became when he mentioned Blaine and their sudden break-up. And like Santana, she had an urge to beat him up for causing Kurt so much pain that he did not deserve or ask for. All the fashionista wanted was someone to actually love him back, to treat him like royalty, like in the romantic films that he usually watched. But instead, he got Blaine, who admittedly did treat him like a princess for most of their relationship. However, when Blaine walked away from the relationship with no reason, he had realised that, while movies usually hinted that happy endings did come true, it wasn't always the case.

Quinn's eyes even began to water as she looked into Kurt's eyes, which beheld the amount of struggle he had been through, in order to - unsuccessfully, Quinn grudgingly noted - get over Blaine. "You can talk to us, sweetie. We're here for you and we won't judge you."

"Do you want me to kill anyone? And trust me, I will not hesitate to kill them if whatever they did was so bad that it made you cry!" Ricardo exclaimed slowly, his anger building up every time he looked at Kurt, who was still releasing fresh tears. "Do you want me to call Burt, son?"

"No thanks, it's fine. Just a moment of weakness." Kurt spoke out quietly, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand and laughing softly, the laughter not quite reaching his eyes. He cursed to himself as he realised that he had showed his vulnerability in front of people. It didn't matter that he was quite close to them, he still showed a weakness and that was disgusting. He didn't want anyone to pity him, he was sick of that!

All his life, people had thought of him as a girl - a weak, spineless girl who was incapable of standing up for themselves. Sure, he liked to dress in women's clothing; sure, he had a voice and a vocal range that could be mistaken as a girl's; sure, he acted as if he was one; but he was not. He was a man who could probably even kill someone if they pissed him off that much. So maybe he considered himself as an honorary girl and in some ways, he knew he was, but that shouldn't automatically take away his masculinity. He could rock heels like it was going out of fashion, he shaved and pampered regularly, his body was similar to a girl's but did that automatically mean that he was a girl? When it came to sex with Blaine, he actually tried both topping and bottoming but felt as if bottoming was more for him. Did that make him a girl?

No, it did not.

He had a dick.

He could build a car from scratch.

He had been the only person to help McKinley actually win a football game in the last ten years.

While his body is lean and lithe, he had worked hard on getting muscles. Not big ones though because he thought big muscles were just horrible and a huge turn off for him. Now, his muscles became more defined and his body more toned, and he was proud of it. He may not have a six pack that could compete with other men's but he loved his abs the way it was.

He was a man.

His walls may have cracked slightly when he thought of Blaine but he was going to redeem himself. Kurt was going to try and get over Blaine because who was he kidding? If Blaine loved him as much as he claimed to, he wouldn't have broken up with him in the first place or at least have given a solid, reasonable excuse as to why he chose to walk away from their relationship in the first place.

He didn't want a relationship though, he didn't want to get hurt again.

But he craved for affection.

And that was when he decided that maybe Santana was right.

Maybe sex was the answer to his problems after all.

A/N: This took me so long to finish but I honestly think that, compared to the previous chapter, this is a huge step up for me and the story! I'm actually quite proud of this chapter and I hope you guys liked it :) I also hope that the huge turn for Kurt's attitude towards the end wasn't too abrupt and unrealistic. After this, we will see more of Kurt's slutty side so watch out for that people! ;)

Sorry for any mistakes!

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