AN- I'm almost kind of scared to post this chapter...Everyone is so excited for Laryngitis (which I totally understand because it's my favorite season one episode) but there's actually an episode *before* it.

Bad Repuation.

So. I am terribly sorry to everyone. But, please, enjoy this chapter anyway!

Coach Sylvester is dancing along to 'Physical'

Yes. Yes she is.

It's beyond hilarious and they're all laughing (they being Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes and Artie) as Finn, Rachel and Jesse join them.

And Jesse talks them all into posting it on youtube.

Yeah, like this isn't going to end badly.

So, there's this thing called a Glist going around.

It's a list of the glee club members and it's rated for how promiscuous each one is. And Mr. Schue looks really mad as he addresses them about it.

Because the creator needs to come forward or they'll all be in trouble.

They all go back and forth about who did it and where the blame lies. No one comes forward; although Kurt agrees it was probably Puck.

Talk about them having a bad reputation leads into an impromptu performance of 'Ice Ice Baby'

And of course Jesse has to open his big mouth so Mr. Schue starts rapping again.

Good job, St. James.

After the song, Kurt's curiosity gets the best of him when he passes by the trash and sees the Glist up close and personal. He wasn't paying much attention earlier, when Mr. Schue was going on about it, and wants to know if he made it.

He didn't, he realizes, as his eyes scan the paper. But, oh? Blaine did. As number 4.

"What's Blaine doing so high on the list?" Mercedes asks from behind him.

Kurt jumps. "No idea. But we're not even on it."

"What?" Mercedes exclaims angrily. "That is not cool, there is not a girl out there who is more 'bad' than I am."

And Kurt follows at her side as she quietly bitches.

Blaine walks down the hallway to his locker. He gets a high-five from a member of the hockey team he never even talked to. A couple girls wink at him as they pass. "Nice one, Anderson," Karofsky nods from his locker.

Blaine passes Kurt in the hallway, and quickly changes paths so he can catch up to him.

"Hey-" Someone walks by and slaps his back, congratulating him. "Do you have any idea what that's all about?"

"You made the Glist," Kurt explains. "Top four."

Blaine blinks. "I did?"

"I saw it yesterday."

"I thought Mr. Schue threw it out…"

Kurt shrugs. "I took it from the trash. Mercedes saw it too."

"Which is why everyone seems to know," Blaine finishes with a nod. "Well, this is fun. Why are they saying I made it?"

"I've heard many rumors. You apparently had a threesome with Santana and Brittany. You also were actually the one who knocked up Quinn, don't worry, Finn doesn't believe that one. And, you are secretly running a brothel in your basement."

Blaine laughs. "The rumor mill of high school: never a disappointment."

Just then, Puck walks up.

"Anderson! Nice job tapping both Santana and Brittany."

He holds up his hand for a high-five and Kurt waits for Blaine to tell him the truth. Instead, Blaine high-fives him back.

"Thanks."

Kurt stares at him as Puck walks away.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Kurt, come on. We both know that the second I did, my words would get twisted around this entire school until there's a new rumor that I'm running away with Miss Pillsbury or something."

Kurt looks away; Blaine sighs.

"Come on, Kurt, it's just as stupid list. It doesn't matter."

"That's easy for you to say. You're the big man on campus; I didn't even make the list."

"Well, yeah, I figured," Blaine says.

Then immediately wishes he didn't as Kurt's eyes narrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, Kurt, you're not exactly…a badass."

"Oh, I'm not? Well, you know what Blaine Anderson. Let's see you say that when I get number one on that stupid Glist for actually doing something and you're bumped down to five for a couple of rumors!"

"Kurt," Blaine says cautiously. "What are you going to do?"

"That's for you to find out when my name goes down in infamy."

Blaine wants to smack himself.

He's walking by the library the next day when Artie, Mercedes, Brittany and Tina exit and roll right past him. He blinks, obviously hallucinating or something because they're all dressed up as M.C. Hammer. Kurt follows a second later and stops when he sees Blaine.

"Do-do I want to know?" Blaine asks.

"Apparently, dancing to 'Can't Touch This' in the library does not a bad reputation make."

Blaine coughs to hide a laugh and Kurt looks like he wants to smile. Then a girl walks by and winks at Blaine.

"Hey, Blaine. Call me sometime, yeah?"

Blaine glances at Kurt; his face is stony. He walks off without looking back.

So, Mr. Schue interrogates all of them.

And, honestly, it's kind of scary because he looks like he means business. And he's cornered Blaine in the chair and is saying stuff like since Blaine joined glee, he's not as bright of a star in the hallways anymore. And this Glist would be the thing to put him back on the map and he so obviously wrote it.

"No. I didn't."

He leaves the office looking a little shell-shocked and is surprised to see Kurt waiting for him.

"Hey," Kurt greets with a smile.

"Hey. You're talking to me again?"

"I have another idea to make the Glist," Kurt says, ignoring the question. "We're going to tell Coach Sylvester that we posted her 'Physical' video online."

Blaine grabs his arm, shakes him a little. "Kurt? Are you insane? That is like a suicide mission."

"Please," Kurt says, pushing him off and rolling his eyes, "The worst that will happen is that I'll get suspended. Which will only further my badass-ery."

"Kurt, why is this list so important to you?"

Kurt doesn't answer; he just walks away.

The next day, Kurt's hopes are dashed when he tells Coach Sylvester what happened and she thanks him.

Thanks him. Really.

He and Mercedes walk down the hall and she can't help but notice he's really disappointed about this.

"Why did you want to make the Glist so bad, boo?"

Kurt shrugs. "No reason. I-I just wanted the reputation."

"Why?"

"Blaine thought I wasn't badass enough for the list. And I was determined to prove him wrong," Kurt sighs. "And you know what's really annoying? I actually tried to get on it. Blaine didn't do any of the things that supposedly got him on that stupid thing."

"Well-"

"And he's not even trying to say that he didn't. I mean, he's letting everyone just assume it. And did you notice all the rumors are about girls? Of course he wants everyone to believe it."

"Maybe-"

"And it just sucks. Because, he's treating all this like it doesn't matter. And if it doesn't matter he'll never try to dissuade them. Especially," and here, Kurt's voice drops to a whisper, "by coming out."

"You're sure he's gay?" Mercedes asks.

"More than ever," Kurt confides. "But it doesn't matter; everyone thinks of him as a straight stud and it's obvious he likes it that way."

Mercedes squeezes his shoulder. "I'm sorry, boo."

"Yeah," his smile is bitter, "Me too."

She pauses. "Okay, I can't believe I'm about to say this but…you're not being fair to him."

Kurt raises an eyebrow.

"Let's say that you're right and he is. Kurt, not everyone is as brave as you. And if he's not ready to admit it to anyone, let alone himself, you can't be angry about it."

"Wow. You-you just stuck up for Blaine Anderson. Are you feeling alright?" Kurt pretends to feel her forward.

Mercedes slaps his hand away.

After Rachel's 'Run Joey Run' debacle, Santana catches up to Blaine.

"What's up, hobbit?"

"Uh, hi. Long time, no talk. Really."

"Don't worry, this conversation won't last long. I just want you to express your gratitude to me about the rumors that have spread about you."

Blaine's eyebrow furrowed. "Why would I thank you? I thought Mercedes started the rumor."

"Mercedes told everyone you were on the Glist; I gave them the reason why."

He blinks. "What? Why?"

"Because before I told everyone you're a straight stud, the rumor of how you got onto that Glist involved Kurt."

"What?"

"Yep. And I figured you wouldn't want your dirty laundry dried in public because you're still not out of the closet-"

"I'm not gay, Santana."

"How many times are you going to say that before you start to believe it yourself?"

And that right there makes Blaine absolutely speechless. Her expression softens, just a tad.

"Blaine."

And the way she says his name- he doesn't want her pity.

"Thanks for saving my rep, Santana."

Her expression hardens again but she grins. "You owe me; big time."

And he really does.

Blaine approaches Kurt the next day.

"Hey."

Kurt smiles at him. "Hey."

"Did this past week count as a fight or not?"

The taller boy chuckles. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I want to make sure that I'm right in apologizing. I obviously did something to piss you off and I'm sorry."

Kurt thinks back to his conversation with Mercedes and shakes his head. "That was all me. I'm sorry I was stuck in bitchy mood all week."

Blaine grins. "It's fine. I actually like bitchy mood…when it's not directed at me, of course."

Kurt laughs.

"Although, now that you apologized, that kind of ruins my present…"

"Present?" Kurt perks up. "Nothing can ruin that."

"Well, more of a peace offering," And Blaine pulls a piece of paper out from his pocket and hands it to Kurt. Who opens it carefully and sees the word Glist at the top in bold, black lettering.

"Another one? I thought Quinn promised to stop."

"She did. I made that one myself."

And Kurt glances at the paper again and notices his name at the number one slot with a 'plus one hundred' next to it.

"Because, you are the biggest badass I know, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt is kind of beaming and he folds the paper up and sticks it in his bag (later, he'll tuck it in his nightstand drawer because it's seriously one of the sweetest things any friend has done for him).

"Thank you, Blaine."

"Now, Mr. Badass, I feel you should owe me coffee. Lima Bean after school?"

"Sure."

"Your treat?"

"Now, Blaine, badasses don't treat," Kurt smirks. "They steal."

Blaine chuckles. "Fair point. As long as we run fast, I'm game."

Kurt closes his locker and begins to walk away. "As long as I'm faster than you, I'm definitely game."

And Blaine laughs again as he catches up with him.

AN- Kurt, you're number one on my Glist. So's Blaine.