Attitude Adjustment - Chapter 12

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

A/N: No, I haven't abandoned this story haha. Just been lacking inspiration to be perfectly honest. This isn't really a chapter. It's just a flashback of Kurt and Blaine. Originally, it was meant to be a oneshot but I thought, why not incorporate it into this story? So here it is now. The flashback is the oneshot that was initially supposed to be separate. Anything before and after that is just something I added to make the flashback fit into the story more :)

Hope it doesn't confuse anyone too much. I'm not an expert at writing smut so this attempt would probably be lame and not good haha.

Enjoy anyway!

Kurt woke up the next day in his own room, his mind still flashing back to the events that took place the previous day. It wasn't surprising to him: he knew that he was literally on the verge of just breaking down with everything that had been happening in his life, from the break up with Blaine to his sudden introduction to the world of popularity. He was actually surprised that he had lasted that long!

Quinn and Santana had driven him home yesterday and he was glad that his dad wasn't there waiting for him, for once. He knew that he would've received an interrogation from his father once he took in his son's vulnerable form and red eyes and Kurt just wouldn't be able to handle it. He knew that Ricardo would've told Burt at some point but he just hoped that it would be later, rather than sooner. He was still recovering and he didn't need to be reminded that he broke down because he wasn't able to keep his emotions to himself any longer. It made him feel weak.

He hated feeling weak.

Currently, he was sat in his bed, trying to think of ways to make himself feel better. When he had gotten home last night, he immediately called Brittany and told her all about the events that he had missed, as well as cried about his problems. Brittany may appear to follow the stereotypes that seemed to follow blondes everywhere, but she was smart and kind. She knew exactly how to make a person feel better and that was all that mattered. He had spent hours in the phone to her crying and venting while she tried to console him and sympathise with his problems. In the end, he had asked her what she thought he should do to make himself feel better and Brittany replied, "Just think of something that has made you happy or powerful. One moment that made you feel as if you were on top of your game. Hopefully, that would minimise the pain you're feeling because you will realise that you are a strong person, worthy of a good life, good friends, a successful future and a wonderful boyfriend."

Yeah, Brittany was just amazing.

That lead to where he was now. He was sat in his bed, racking through his mind for a moment that he felt powerful and on top of the world, as Brittany had smartly put it. After a few minutes of thinking, his brain clicked. It may not involve the best person in his life right now but it had been a turning point for him. He had learnt how to be more comfortable with his sexuality and he received a good, rough fucking afterwards.

What more could you ask for?

Flashback:

It had been days since Kurt and Blaine had done anything with each other and they were just about bursting with arousal. After Blaine had received multiple detentions because he 'accidentally' set his partner's lab coat on fire, it had definitely taken a toll on the times they could see each other.

When Blaine first tried to visit Kurt after the latter admitted that he had had sex to his family, Burt stormed outside with a shotgun and chased Blaine until he was away from sight. Maybe the man wasn't happy after all? Kurt told his boyfriend about the threats from his family and friends but the bad boy didn't pay attention to them. Obviously that was the wrong choice: Burt had his shotgun ready; Mercedes looked like she was ready to cut someone, or more specifically him; although Santana wanted to watch their action, she threatened him with the blades hidden in her long dark hair; sweet, sweet Brittany told him to expect some very angry Cheerios if he ever hurt Kurt; heck, even Quinn, possibly the quietest person Blaine had ever met, tried to join in the trend and announced that if Blaine ever broke Kurt's heart, she will fucking annihilate him.

Blaine wasn't scared.

No way.

Okay, maybe he was.

Just a little.

The expressions on their faces when they threatened him was enough to send even Hitler evacuating from the scene. It was that scary! For a bad boy, he took pride in the fact that he was not so easily intimidated but now that there was a 'Get Ready to Hurt Blaine Anderson' club out there, he had never been more alert in his life. Was he really that bad that everyone wanted to protect Kurt from him? He wasn't sure whether to feel offended or laugh at the assumptions. He really wasn't in the mood for their stupidity because at this moment, he was just plain horny.

He inwardly slapped himself angrily because he knew that he had no one else but himself to blame. Blaine couldn't help it though. Rachel fucking Berry was his lab partner for the experiment and she was trying to give him a lecture about Kurt and her future, as well as her whole life story. It was boring as hell and he really didn't want to listen to her blab on and on about Finn and his 'dreamy eyes'. So he did what he usually did when he was annoyed - burn things. Luckily for him, the experiment involved a bunsen burner that they had left on idle because they were currently adjusting the chemicals on top of the tripod and gauze. His eyes had dropped down to the end of the girl's lab coat and found it practically staring back at him, begging him to burn it. Blaine, being the nice person he was, decided to oblige and discretely grabbed the end, holding it up so that the tips touched the roaring flame. Soon enough, the tips had lit up and he dropped it before anyone saw that he was, in fact, the one that did it. However, by the way he just bursted out guffawing and laughing, he knew that his cover had backfired - pun intended - thus resulting in his trip to the principal's office and, in turn, his month's worth of detention.

Now, could you understand why he was practically itching with arousal for his boyfriend? Especially when said boyfriend was as hot as Kurt Hummel, it was no wonder why Blaine felt the sudden need to protect Kurt and keep him away from any impurities that roamed McKinley High. Although, to be fair, the acts that Blaine and Kurt have done, nor were the things the pale skinned boy had said during sex, made him far from pure. The types of looks that Kurt also received when walking down the hallways made Blaine just want to ravish him right there and then to make sure that the students knew that Kurt was, in fact, off limits and was his.

Kurt was Blaine's.

Blaine was Kurt's.

It was just how it worked.

Anyway, back to the topic, Blaine was currently stood by Kurt's locker, waiting for his boyfriend to finish his last class - French. Seriously, why did the boy have to attend lessons when he was basically fluent in the language? If Kurt had just skipped it, like Blaine insisted, they would be at the bad boy's house by now, doing things that would make all of Kurt's suitors jealous. They had originally planned to go to Blaine's to have some alone time, seeing as his family were out doing whatever type of bonding that he didn't want to be a part of. He loved his family but at a moment of extreme horniness like this, Kurt inevitably trumped them mostly because they wouldn't be able to help him in any way, like Kurt could.

After the weekend the pale boy lost his virginity, they had gone on to experiment with various aspects of the sexual side of nature. For example, Kurt had learnt more about giving and receiving a blowjob and this then allowed him to send Blaine into all states of euphoria when he returned the favour. They had also tried sex with Kurt topping (neither boys liked it very much and found it awkward so they probably would never do that sort of thing again), as well as some mild bondage, with Kurt being tied up and blindfolded while Blaine pounded him from behind. Both boys had never been more gratified in their whole lives; it was just that fucking awesome. Obviously they had a safe word and all but as a whole, they had both thoroughly enjoyed it and agreed unanimously that they should try it again, possibly with more kinks introduced.

"Blaine, baby." Kurt purred as he kissed Blaine on the lips, allowing his tongue to teasingly run over the other's lips before pulling back and winking at the lust-filled eyes of his boyfriend. He watched as Blaine grabbed him by the waist and slammed him against the lockers, attacking his lips viciously. Kurt thought it was pretty funny that he had spent most of his high school life avoiding the possibilities of getting slammed into lockers and the bullies walking away before he could do anything back, but at this point in time, he was actually quite willing to be devoured by his boyfriend, despite the unexpected locker slam. Hey, maybe he had a pain kink after all. Him and Blaine would definitely have to try that at one point, along with the other kinks they had in mind, like role-playing.

"Blaine, stop. Can't you wait until we get to yours?" Kurt whimpered loudly when he felt his boyfriend roughly cupping his ass. He had been sexually deprived for too long but he didn't want to put on a show for anyone else in school - no thanks! - since he wouldn't be able to handle the thought of a crowd watching their every move. Maybe for the future but as of now, he just wanted to keep their sex life to a minimum, even though it had never really been on the down low since Finn had publicly shouted the revelation out. Ever since that had happened, he noticed that a lot of people looked at him differently. The majority of them looked lustful, with most of the boys even going as far as slapping his butt every time he walked past them. Those actions had never gone well with Blaine and they once had this crazy sex marathon where the bad boy had to remind him that he was his before proceeding to pound him mercilessly. Yeah, after that marathon, he was deemed to be incapable of walking for a few days but he didn't really care. He loved it when Blaine got all possessive and jealous - the sex was animalistic and rough, just the way Kurt liked it.

He really needed to make Blaine jealous more often.

And that was when Kurt's brain went on overdrive as he thought of an idea. A brilliant idea, may he modestly add. Pulling away abruptly from Blaine's embrace, Kurt looked around the hallway, his eyes lightening up excitedly as he saw a boy that had expressed his interest towards him in a rather suggestive way before - Connor Smith.

Connor Smith was a very handsome boy, probably not as handsome as Blaine, but Kurt could definitely see why people were attracted towards the boy. His dirty blond hair was usually spiked up to give him the rocker look and his dark green eyes were also very expressive, often turning a shade lighter or darker in the most random times. Connor was quite built; he always wore tight t-shirts and shorts to show off the muscles he had worked hard to gain over the last few years. He was a... masculine and sturdy guy, which was very ironic since he was actually bisexual and had been known for taking a few guys home when he went out partying. Currently, he was wearing brown jeans, a very tight black graphic tee and his signature converse, making him look both tasty and hot, in Kurt's opinion. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Giving Blaine a quick peck on the lips, Kurt made his way towards the boy who had been one of the people responsible for Blaine's jealousy. After he had become more confident with his sexuality and own self, he managed to pick up the art of flirting somewhere along the way, using this to his advantage very often. He really had no idea what he was going to do but thankfully, he had also picked up lessons on how to react when put on the spot. The spontaneity of his and Blaine's relationship was definitely something to be thankful for as it had taught his so many things that he hadn't known before. While some could be used in everyday situations, most were actually linked to sex, which according to his infamous boyfriend, was, in fact, an 'everyday situation' in his book.

"Connor!" Kurt shouted out, waving slightly at the boy and smirking when he saw how Connor's pupils had dilated in lust. Turning back to his boyfriend quickly, the porcelain diva gave him the signal to wait while he talked to the dirty blond. Blaine, being the possessive boyfriend he was, growled audibly at Connor and looked ready to jump the poor guy despite the lack of action between his boyfriend and the boy.

"Kurt! Hey!" Connor replied enthusiastically as he ran over to where the fashionista was. He ran so quickly to where the couple was that Kurt was pretty sure he would have been able to beat Usain Bolt in a race. Instead of responding and voicing this thought though, Kurt just opened his arms and hugged Connor tightly, gasping when he felt a pair of arms slipping lower than necessary. He could literally feel Blaine's stare burning through the back of his head but he only cackled mentally at that, figuring that the outcome of it all would be something very pleasurable and fun. "How have you been, Kurt? I've not had the chance to talk to you in a while!"

"I've been good, how have you been?" Kurt answered, the tone of his voice drooping slightly to make his seductive intentions more noticeable. Blaine, who had walked towards Kurt when he saw his boyfriend and his rival hug (if it was even considered as that), slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him towards his side possessively. Kurt couldn't stop the moan that escaped his mouth and when he looked down, he could literally make out the bulge in Connor's chinos, which looked to be quite big but not as large as Blaine's. Maybe they could have a threesome in the future if Blaine allowed to share him. Both boys could double penetrate him and he would just continue to beg them to go faster and harder.

"Fuck, that moan was just all kinds of sexy." Connor hissed, the lust in his voice practically radiating off onto the couple in front of him. He had been after Kurt, even before Blaine had expressed his interest, which made it more frustrating on his behalf that the sexy countertenor would choose the cliched bad boy over him. To be fair, he had never liked Blaine but Kurt announcing their relationship publicly definitely hurt his ego and made him absolutely despise Blaine even more than before.

"Alright, before this gets any further, I just remembered that we need to get to my house now so that I can fuck you raw and mark you as mine!" Blaine intervened, growling the last word with dramatic emphasis. He hated it when people flirted with his boyfriend when he was right there with them. Did people have no respect or something?

"Blaine, I was just talking to Connor though." Kurt innocently said, looking into Blaine's eyes with a naive expression. How ironic that was since his original intentions were far from innocent or naive.

"No, you're done talking to him. We are going home now." Blaine bluntly announced, dragging Kurt away before he could even say goodbye to the dumbfounded boy left standing in the hallway with a raging hard-on. Connor infuriated Blaine. Ever since they were young, both boys had always had an ongoing rivalry between them, often ending in tears and sadness for one of them. Usually, it was Connor and Blaine smugly patted himself in the back as he thought about how it would feel like to punch his long-time rival. Once Kurt became concerned, Blaine was willing to do anything for his boyfriend. Call him possessive but he knew what was his and he hated it when people touched what was supposed to be his.

"Blaine, what are you doing? I was only talking to Connor, I haven't had the chance to talk to him lately!" Kurt hissed out in feigned anger. Truth be told, he really wasn't angry. He was happy that his plan had worked. He was mentally cheering because he managed to get Blaine jealous to the point where his possessiveness showed. But most of all, he was fucking turned on because Blaine's possessiveness also happened to be one of his many turn ons. Whenever his boyfriend gave him a hickey, he was in heaven because he knew that it would leave a mark, ultimately letting everyone know that he was Blaine's and only Blaine's. Kurt moaned inwardly at the thought. Screw everyone else around them, it was all about them. "I can't believe you just did that. Why do you even hate Connor so much? What has he ever done to you anyway?"

"It's not about what he's done to me. It's what he would have done to you if I wasn't around. You're mine, Kurt. No one else, not Connor's, not anyone else's, but mine." Blaine growled out, shoving Kurt into the backseat of his car once they had reached his Mercedes. Shutting the door loudly behind him, he climbed on top of Kurt and slammed their mouths together, fiddling with the door lock so that no one interrupted them. They had many things left to do in their bucket list and car sex was one of those. "You really think that I liked watching you get all flirty with that asshole? You really think that I won't get mad when you're basically flaunting yourself in front of him like a fucking whore? Well, Kurt, you are my whore. I wanted to fuck you right there and then to give him the message that you. Are. Taken." Blaine squeezed Kurt's ass rhythmically as he said this, leaning forward to give Kurt a big hickey.

"B-B-Blaine..." Kurt moaned out, his hands finding the bad boy's back as he began to attempt to undress his lover. He could already feel the other's bulge on his thigh and saying that he was horny and turned on were now both understatements. He was craving for Blaine's big dick; he needed it and he was aching for it. "Blaine, mmm. What if someone - oh! - sees us? I do not want anyone seeing me naked!"

"Baby, the glasses are tinted. You can barely see anything from outside. And besides, even if they did see us, I don't give a fuck. It will get the message across. You are mine!" Blaine hissed as he began to unbutton Kurt's shirt and then, afterwards, take off the latter's trousers and underwear. To his surprise, the diva had actually gone commando and this made Blaine very angry as he realised that if Kurt had just randomly stripped off in school, he would be naked and everyone would see his beautiful cock and pert ass. "Why have you gone commando?"

"It took too much effort to put underwear on and if I did, I probably wouldn't be able to wear these jeans at all." Kurt frowned confusedly before his eyes became clouded with lust when he saw that Blaine looked absolutely livid at the thought of him going commando. "You should punish me, baby. I've been very bad and I deserve to get punished like the naughty boy I am, don't you think so?"

Blaine growled once again, roughly shoving a finger into Kurt's tight channel without any warnings, eliciting a pained squeal from the fashionista, which soon turned into pleasures moans as Blaine pounded Kurt's tight hole with his middle finger. His mind was not even working properly anymore; it was literally on overdrive and all he could think of was ways to let everyone know that Kurt was his. The thought of another guy touching his angelic boyfriend was sickening and it made him want to punch someone in the face. There was no way in hell that he would ever let anyone touch his boyfriend. No fucking way. Blaine decided that maybe instead of dwelling on the foreplay, they should go straight to the main event. Kurt needed to be reminded who he belonged to.

Kurt felt Blaine suddenly add another finger as the latter began to scissor and fuck his ass at the speed of light. Grabbing Blaine's shoulder, Kurt wriggled around as he felt his climax approaching. Their sex marathon had lasted hours and after that, Kurt couldn't even walk as his ass felt as if it was being continuously slapped hard. The pain had actually lasted for a few days and his dad looked rather furious when he saw his son limp into the house once again, thinking that the bad boy had hurt his only son but once Kurt had vaguely explained the circumstance, the man became even more angry. Once was enough for him, he didn't need to be constantly reminded of the fact that his son was not a virgin anymore.

"Blaaaaineeee..." Kurt moaned out, gasping loudly when he felt the fingers in his ass push against his prostate perfectly. "Stop, I'm going to cum soon." He knew that he probably sounded like a whore but at that moment, he only cared about the fingers in his ass and the frustration building up inside him because Blaine had yet to shove his hard dick up Kurt's tight ass. "Blaine, please. I need you in me now!"

"So now you want me? What about earlier when you were with Connor? You barely acknowledged me - turn around! - then, so why should I follow your commands?" Blaine stubbornly replied, withdrawing his fingers form Kurt's hole and taking his own pants and boxers off. He stepped out of them and lazily stroked himself to full hardness, leaning forward so that the head was pressed against the pert ass in front of him. "Give me one reason why."

"Well if you don't want to fuck me, I guess I'll just ask Connor instead then, huh?" Kurt responded nonchalantly in an attempt to get Blaine even more jealous so that the latter fucked him ruthlessly. The position they were in pretty much guaranteed just that; the porcelain-skinned boy was on his hands and knees on the backseat of his boyfriend's car with his ass in the air, while the bad boy was on his knees behind him, ready to pound the shit out of his lover. Kurt wanted it rough and he wanted it so hard that he would have to come into school limping the next day.

Blaine growled.

He growled furiously and roughly parted Kurt's cheeks to reveal his tiny pink hole that opened up willingly for his cock. "So you're going to ask Connor to fuck you instead? He's too late for that now." Before Kurt could even ask what he meant by that, Blaine had lunged forward and buried his dick inside Kurt's asshole, resulting in the latter screaming loudly in pained pleasure. He absolutely loved it when Blaine got all jealous and worked up because the sex was just fucking amazing. Kurt guessed that he also loved it when he was fucked so hard that he was unable to walk for the next couple of days. It made him feel slutty and the attention he got from various students was very much appreciated.

"BLAINE!" Kurt shouted out in pure ecstasy as his prostate was constantly stabbed. He planted his face onto the pillow that Blaine kept in his car for some weird reason. He figured it was for when he accidentally fell asleep after driving for too long. He really needed to talk to Blaine about that. Trying to grab the boy from behind him, Kurt felt his arms being brought up onto his back in a submission-type position, disabling him from moving his hands any further. Blaine was just too strong for him and Kurt loved that; he loved being dominated, he loved feeling overpowered and he fucking adored it when he was being pounded so hard that it caused a pleasurable kind of pain. Maybe he had a minor pain kink after all!

"You're so fucking tight, Kurt. This hole is only mine, only I will ever enter this." Blaine panted out, not letting that action slow down his movements whatsoever. He needed to hear Kurt say that he was Blaine's. he needed to hear it now because otherwise, he would go crazy. "Say you're mine, Kurt. Tell me that only I will make you feel like this."

"You're mine, Kurt." Kurt cheekily replied, shrieking deafeningly when he felt Blaine slap his ass, which caused him to inch closer and closer to the edge. And there was the pain kink again; his body welcomed each slap that Blaine gave Kurt's ass, which felt like heaven, and the latter craved for more. "Blaine, I'm so close." The fashionista moaned out shakily, which seemed to go straight to Blaine's dick as he felt him harden inside him even more, if that was even possible.

"Say that you are mine."

"I'm yours, Blaine. Only yours!" Kurt shouted out as Blaine snaked his hands around Kurt's leaking cock, furiously pulling and tugging so that it matched his own rhythm. Both boys were so close to their climax and neither wanted to stop until they were too tired to continue. They were just glad that Blaine's backseats were made of leather and not a type of fabric; otherwise, it would be hell trying to get the cum stains out of the seats.

"Blaine, I'm so close. I- B- OH!" And with that, Kurt slumped forward as he felt himself release onto Blaine's hand and the seats underneath him.

Moaning inwardly when he felt Kurt's walls clench around his dick tightly, Blaine quickly changed the angle of his hips so that he drove inside Kurt's ass deeper that he had ever gone before. "Fuck!" The curly-haired boy yelled out as he felt himself spurt out his fluids inside his boyfriend's hole, not stopping until he had no more left to release. They stayed in the same position for a few more minutes, both too tired and dazed to make a move. They always cherished the silence after sex. It was calming.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned as he felt the other pull out of his hole and the precious fluids drip down his thighs. He knew that his hole was probably gaping but he could care less, he actually liked the feeling of it. Now, only one thing was left to be said. "I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful." Blaine lovingly replied, reaching for a clean cloth from the compartment by the passenger seat and cleaning themselves up so that they were deemed to be appropriate. They were still going to his house to chill out and hopefully, go for another couple of rounds. "Remember that you're mine, Kurt. No one else's, only mine."

"Only yours, Blaine."

End of Flashback.

Kurt was now laying on his bed, staring at the blank white ceiling above him as he felt another rush of emotions wash through him. Maybe he should've completely forgotten about the last few words exchanged because right now, he felt like an absolute mess. He had told Blaine that he was his and Kurt grudgingly admitted to himself that there was a small part of him, which still hoped to exchange those words again with the bad boy at some point in the future.

That had been the key point in his life when he fully realised that there was nothing wrong being gay or different, it was perfectly common. It made him who he was and he welcomed it with open arms, even if other people didn't feel the same. He had the urge to smile to himself because Brittany was right. There had been times when he felt like he was on top of the world and that had been one of those moments. He also came to a conclusion that there are plenty more fishes in the sea, like Connor, who would love to be with Kurt. Fuck Blaine. It was time he moved on.

Back then, he had been incredibly happy. Now, Kurt promised to himself that soon, he would be back to being his usual happy, free self. If anyone dared to disturb that, then they are free to welcome his fist and cruel, harsh words because Kurt Elizabeth Hummel was done feeling disappointed and lonely. He was finally going to move on.

A/N: Be nice please. I'm still trying to get used to writing smut haha. Sorry for any mistakes and errors!

Sorry if the beginning or end didn't make that much sense. Like I've said before, the flashback was actually going to be published by itself. I mean, I had linked it with this story as a whole but I didn't actually link it specifically with this chapter. I just thought that it would be a good idea to use it as flashback for this chapter since I haven't updated this in so long. So yeah, don't pay too much attention on the beginning or the end since it was literally added last minute. It's the flashback that is the main focus of this chapter haha. Sorry though if you don't like this chapter :\

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