Day 2: Bad-boy Blaine

This is my first time exploring this type, even though I love reading badboy Klaine stories, so I hope it was BAD enough.

This goes out to Sara, for the faux betrayal I've done to her. Love you, girl! Seriously!

Not betaed, so please let me know of any grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: Neither do I own Glee, nor do I own the BadBoy Trope.

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"WE GOT THE BEAT!"

Kurt subconsciously stood behind Puck as they finished the song. He was pretty sure that singing a brilliant 80's song wouldn't make them automatically popular with all the McKinley students, especially after they crashed and burned at last year's Finals. What he didn't realize was that Becky would start a food fight by throwing her peas at Rachel. He did applaud her for getting rid of her veggies as she had once confided in him that her Mom had given the Lunch Lady extra notice to put extra veggies instead of tots or burgers during lunch time. And the spaghetti fell right in front of Puck. Kurt knew in that instant, that they were gonna get horribly dirty and resigned himself to his fate, clutching a tray and using it as a shield from all the food. He hid somewhat behind the drums and saw as Brittany twirled in the spaghetti sauce.

He wanted to go to the washroom and change almost immediately. He was happy he hadn't forgotten the extra pair of clothes at home, like he wanted to. He could at least feel better about himself after he had had a bath. However, Rachel clutched onto his hand as she said, "Choir room. Ten minutes." He realized that he couldn't change much and decided to go wash off some of the noodles stuck to his clothes and change it after the meeting. He had to wash off the spaghetti sauce and stirfry vegetables that had gotten stuck in his hair. But then Mercedes came up and said, "The piano has got spaghetti all over it. Mr. Schue wants us to take it to the choir room and clean it up." Kurt raged, "Why shouldn't Rachel clean it up? She was the one who convinced us to actually perform the song when all I wanted to do was eat in peace. Mike had brought chocolate cookies and I wanted to indulge. Instead, I'm stuck with a sauce facial." Mercedes shrugged, "Yeah, I agree. But it's all over now. And at least all the food didn't go inside your shirt."

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Sugar finished her audition and all Kurt could do was stare. She sounded worse compared to his Dad. Whenever they made dinner, and Kurt sang some song Burt might know, he would try to sing along and stop in the first thirty seconds. He had enough decorum that he wouldn't try to tell Sugar that she sounded bad. Maybe with some practice, she could possibly become good. When Rachel started on how Sugar would bring them down and was no good, he tried to remember why they became close friends when she spoke so rudely about a stranger behind their back.

He shared a look with Mercedes and Mr. Schue gave a thoughtful look as Kurt prayed that he would somehow let Sugar down easily. He knew how obliviously rude Mr. Schue could be sometimes. He then told Mercedes, "I'm going to the washroom. I'll wash up a little bit and change my clothes. I'll go home and rest in a deliciously long bath. My skin deserves it after all the torture it has gone through today." She stood back a bit and stated, "I'd hug you, but the sauce is starting to smell, white boy." Kurt giggled and walked away.

He walked into the washroom and saw in that there was no one. He then locked the washroom and removed his shirt. He turned it out again and removed the noodles which had definitely stuck to the jacket. He put a little water on the stains so they would be easy to get out later. He tried to look behind at his jeans pockets when he heard someone say, "I'd get you a mirror but I can rub those stains out for you."

Kurt looked up in surprise only to see a smirking guy stand against the door of a bathroom stall. He stuttered, "I thought there was no one here, so…" The guy continued to smirk as he walked to the wash basin and said, "Don't worry. I'm getting a brilliant view and don't regret staying in till now." The guy washed his hands and said, "My name's Blaine, by the way. What's yours, honey?"

Kurt was oddly turned on. He never knew he had a bad boy thing, but maybe that's what he needed. He whispered, "Kurt…" and covered his chest. He knew no one wanted to see his pale, white chest. Blaine came right in front of him and said, "You look gorgeous. Don't cover up. Maybe if you had gone in the cafeteria like this and sung out 'If I had You' or 'Trespassing', all the out and closeted gay boys would have joined Glee just to get to you. Anyway, I'm happy you didn't do that, cuz I got this view all to myself."

Kurt blushed. He had never been flirted with in such an obvious way and didn't know how to reciprocate. Blaine said, "We'll do this, since I know you might hate me in some time." Kurt gave Blaine a questioning look to which the guy wearing eyeliner said, "You have to remove your jeans at some point. Even though I'd love the view, I'd rather remove them off you when the mood's a bit more… sensual, so to speak. So I'm going back into my stall and you can change." And then Kurt could see a glimmer of sweetness in Blaine's eyes and gave a small smile.

As Blaine went back in and locked himself up, Kurt removed his jeans, asking, "Why haven't I seen you here before?" Blaine said, "I shifted to this place about three weeks back. I wanted to go to Dalton, but my miserable parents thought I'd look at guys too much if I went to a boys' boarding school, so they sent me here." Kurt didn't know what to say, since he had a supportive family and whatever he said would only sound patronizing. He went with something truthful, stating, "Well, I'm glad to meet you, even if our first meeting was when I was half-naked." Blaine raised his eyebrows and tested the waters. "Maybe I should have had my jeans down so we could both say we were half-naked?" Kurt just giggled and Blaine smiled, "You're turning into a tomato now, aren't you?" With a silence, he confirmed, "Knew it."

Kurt couldn't stop the smile on his face. Somehow this bad day had become good with meeting a new guy.