(A.N:/ I am seriously the worst at updating -_- Well, the good news is that I have up until chapter 12 planned. I'm looking at around 15 chapters total for this. Maybe more, maybe less, it just depends on if I change my plans. So there are like 10 more chapters till the end. :] haha the only thing un AU about this is the fact that Will is now a History teacher and he is in my story XD Anyway, hope you guys enjoy.)

Another week passed and Jeff found himself still getting in fights everyday. He was still getting slushied and thrown into lockers by the braver bullies, while most just avoided him at all costs. Even though Jeff had only been at McKinley for a week he had already grown a reputation as being the bad boy of the school. Not that Jeff really minded though, he liked the reputation. It meant that he was feared.

Jeff was in the school's bathroom, washing the red dye from his latest slushy facial from his hair. A student walked in and saw Jeff and ran out instantly. Jeff smirked to himself a little before frowning again when he heard the door open again. It was Blaine's boyfriend, who Jeff still didn't know the name of.

"Hello." Kurt said, as he stood next to him, checking his complexion out in the mirror.

"What?" Jeff growled out, annoyed.

Kurt's brows went up a little. "You know you should be nice to me. I'm dating your friend after all."

Jeff scoffed a little. "You aren't dating me..."

Kurt rolled his eyes a little before looking away from Jeff and going back to his own reflection. "The stinging in your eyes will go away in a few hours. You'll get used to it and soon enough you wont even notice it when you get slushied."

Jeff nodded. "Yeah."

Kurt chuckled a little. "Is that your way of thanking me for the information?"

Jeff nodded. "It's as close to it as I'm ever going to get Blaine's boyfriend." Jeff said, rubbing his eyes. "Shit. They fucking sting."

"Blaine's boyfriend? You don't know my name, do you?"

"Nope and quite frankly, I don't care enough to know."

"Well sorry for just trying to be nice." Kurt said, starting to grow annoyed by Jeff's attitude.

Jeff stopped what he was doing to look at Kurt. He bent down a little to look Kurt in the eye. "Look. I don't want to be your friend."

Kurt shrugged. "I never said I wanted to be yours." He said before leaving Jeff alone in the bathroom.

"So I'm considering recruiting that new kid for the Hockey team. I've broken up three fights of his this week and he shows some serious promise. If I can get him to stop beating the snot of my boys, that is." Coach Beiste said as she took a bite from her chicken.

"Do you mean Jeffrey Sterling?" Emma asked, starting to clean off her grapes.

Coach Beiste nodded. "Yeah, he sure packs a punch. Saw him take down Azimio and Karofsky all by himself. I could use someone like that. Plus I heard he was the captain of his team at his last school."

"He's in my History Class. He doesn't seem to have any friends..." Mr. Schue added in, trying to make yet another student's personal life his business.

"He must be lonely." Emma added, quietly.

Coach Beiste sighed a little. "Oh no, I know that look."

"What look?" Mr. Schue asked.

"You're planning on getting into this kid's business. Punkin, let him be. Besides, he isn't the best influence for your kids. The other day he dropped a bunch of pot in the hall. He's lucky I picked it up and not Figgins."

"He's an outcast! Just like my kids. I'm sure if they met him they would get along great!" Mr. Schue said, shrugging a little. He paused a moment before having an idea. "Shannon, do you still have that weed?"

"I think so, why?" Coach Beiste asked, confused.

"I think I have an idea..."

"So, exactly why am I here?" Jeff asked, looking at Mr. Schue in confusion. They were alone in Will's History classroom. "You aren't going to try and molest me, are you? 'Cause you're a little too old for my liking."

Mr. Schue sighed before leaning on his desk. "Jeffrey-"

"Jeff." Jeff corrected.

"Jeff. The other day you dropped this." Mr. Schue said, pulling out a baggy of chronic lady.

Jeff's eyebrows shot up a little. "So that's what happened to my pot. I thought I smoked it all and was so high I forgot." He said, shrugging a little. "Thanks for giving it back, Seb would kill-hey." Jeff said as he started reaching for the pot but Mr. Schue grabbed it before he could get it and put it back in his pocket. "Dude, what the fuck? That's mine."

"I'm disappointed in you Jeff-" Mr. Schue started but was cut off by a loud snort from Jeff.

"Yeah, get in line with everyone else who is. Who knows, maybe you can all form some sort of posse."

Mr. Schue frowned a little. "This is serious business Jeff."

Jeff shrugged. "And if you haven't noticed I'm not exactly a very serious person. So, are you going to give me back my pot or what? 'Cause right now, you're wasting my time."

Mr. Schue paused for a moment, allowing himself to take a deep breath. "Jeff, do you plan on going to college?"

"I don't know. If I feel like it, then maybe I will."

"Well, from what I've heard, you like to play hockey."

Jeff's eyebrows went up a little. "Yeah, so?" He didn't really bother asking where the teacher heard it from. He was the Hockey captain at Dalton.

"Well, if you stay out of trouble I'm sure you can get a scholarship...but this," Mr. Shue said, motioning at the bag of weed. "is going to get you nothing but expelled. What were you thinking? Bringing drugs into a school?"

Jeff shrugged a little. "I was thinking maybe I'd have some time to get high before your lame ass class." Jeff said, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet on the desk.

Mr. Schue frowned. "Well I have an ultimatum for you."

Jeff's smirk dropped and formed into an annoyed frown. "You wanna make a deal? Fine, give me my weed back or I'll tell the principal you tried to feel my junk up."

Mr. Schue sighed. Jeff wasn't exactly the easiest person to deal with and Jeff was getting on his last nerve. "No. I mean, join my Glee club and I wont tell Principal Figgins about this."

"So either way I'm not getting my weed back? Basically, that's all I give a shit about. That's really expensive weed..."

Mr. Schue shook his head. "No. You wont. Now, do you want to be expelled or will I see you in Glee rehearsal?"

Jeff bit his lip as he began to think. Did he want to be in some stupid singing club? No. Did he want his father to find out that he was expelled again? Hell no. Jeff rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He said, getting up and leaving. "I want my weed back." He said before slamming the door.

A few periods later Jeff found himself sitting in the back of Mr. Schue's History class while the teacher talked about some project Jeff wasn't planning on doing.

"Now, class, I've decided to pair you up." Mr. Schue started, but took a momentary pause when everyone started talking, obviously trying to choose their partner. "Now, before you get too excited, I've already chosen your partner. Kevin, you're with James, Olivia, with Steven, Nick, with Jeff-"

"What!" Nick yelled, cutting Mr. Schue off and causing everyone to look at him.

Jeff, who wasn't paying any attention, snapped his head up at the sudden sound. "Huh?"

Mr. Schue gave Nick a pleading look before speaking. "Nick, why don't you speak to me after class. You too Jeff."

Nick shot Jeff a glare and Jeff just looked confused. Usually when he did something to piss someone off he at least knew about it. This time he had absolutely no clue what was even going on.

The rest of the period passed and Nick made his way up to Mr. Schue's desk, stomping the entire way. Jeff was heading towards the door when Mr. Schue stopped him. "Jeff, come here."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Look, if you're wondering who threw eggs all over your car it wasn't me."

"Jeff, you and Nick are partners for this proj-wait, what?"

"Nothing. Hold up, partners? Project? Damn, I really need to start paying attention to the shit you say..." Jeff said, about to head out of the room again.

"No Jeff. We aren't done." Mr. Schue said, before turning his attention back to Nick. "Now Nick, I wanted you to work with Jeff here because he's the newest member of the Glee club and-"

"What? Seriously? No!" Nick yelled, annoyed.

"And I thought it would be good for him to start making friends with the members of the Glee club and since you're the only member in this class I thought it would be appropriate. Besides, the two of you already know each other. You guided him around the school, right?"

Nick frowned. "There's no way I'm getting out of this, am I?"

"Nope." Mr. Schue said, shaking his head.

"Great so can I leave now? I'm meeting Quinn and the rest of the skanks under the bleachers. We're going to throw piss filled balloons and the chest team." Jeff said, smirking a little.

Mr. Schue nodded. "You may go."

Jeff started to walk out but Nick stopped him. "What's your address?"

Jeff looked at him confused. "Why do you care?"

"Because we have to do this project tonight. I'm busy this weekend and there's no way in hell I'm letting you know where I live." Nick said, annoyed.

Jeff nodded before scribbling down his address on a piece of scrap paper, crumpling it up, and tossing it at Nick. "Come around six. If you want to fuck, I already have the condom and lube." Jeff said, smirking.

Nick frowned in disgust. "You wont be so much as touching me tonight, asshole." Nick said, storming off.

Jeff's smirk grew as he watched the brunet walk away. "Nice ass, Duval." He called out loudly, earning a middle finger from Nick. "Can't wait to have my dick inside it." He mumbled to himself as he made his way out of the school.

(A.N:/ Sorry it's been a little while since I updated. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! I'll try to post chapter six soon.) \o/