** Authors Note: 1st- Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed. I didn't know so many people were interested in Badboy!Blaine-Cheerio!Rachel-Blainchel but I love having the opportunity to write something no one has before. I hope it turns out really well and to everyone's liking.

2nd- This chapter is about 700 words shorter than I wanted but it's past midnight here and I need to get to sleep. Also I couldn't really draw it out any longer

3rd- I'm sorry for any spelling mistake and if my tenses are terrible. I suck at tenses. I'm not perfect, I do make mistakes and I do NOT have a beat reader so sometimes little things slip past me.

Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy the chapter and review it. Reviews make Andi happy –big smile-

Chapter 2

Blaine said goodbye to Quinn, agreeing they would meet up later and made his way to the English room he had passed by earlier. He stalled for a bit, so he would be late enough to not miss anything but to make an entrance. When he thought the time was right, he put out the cigarette he had been smoking in the nearby drinking fountain and left it there. He pushed the door open, slipping into the room. The teacher, Mr. Carson, had been talking but stopped when Blaine had appeared.

"Ah, here he is." The teacher was about in about his mid 30's turned and he turned to smile at Blaine. "Mr. Anderson, you're about 10 minutes late though for a new student I'll let it slide. Hopefully you'll know where you're classes are soon enough you'll be on time."

"I've already got my schedule and the route to all my classes memorized, I just didn't feel like coming to a shit class like English." Blaine waved his hand dismissively, heading toward the back of the room. "You can plan on me being at least this late every other day. I'll probably end up having more important things to do anyways." Blaine took the seat in the back corner of the room, crossing his arms behind his head.

The other students in the room either gaped at him or laughed beneath their breaths. Mr. Carson gave him a look that almost looked bored. "It's you're first day, Mr. Anderson. I'll let this attitude slide for now. You're seating arrangement is up here in the second row, seeing how your last name starts with 'A'."

"I prefer to sit in the back row."

"My job isn't to fulfill your preferences. You'll come up here and take your assigned seat beside Miss Berry or I'll have to send you down to the office. That's final." Mr. Carson gave him a pointed look, and Blaine sat forward a bit in his seat. Leaning around the heads of the other students, he spotted a familiar flow of brown curls against a red and white Cheerios uniform.

How lucky, Blaine thought, his lips rising into a smirk. Kicking the chair back, he stood and turned in the direction of the seat the teacher had told him to sit in. Rachel didn't even cast him a glance as he lowered himself beside her.

Mr. Carson looked at him closely for a moment before Blaine raised his eyebrows in question. When the teacher finally turned his attention away from him, Blaine turned his to the cheerleader next to him.

Rachel was doing a good job of ignoring him up until they were given a task of reading something in the textbook. He didn't even open up his own book but stared at her as she did with her own. She was trying to focus her attention on the text but he could tell she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Slamming her right arm on her desk, Rachel turned to him, hissing, "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He asked calmly.

"Like you want to eat me," Rachel made a face, and turned back to face straight in her chair, crossing her legs as she did so. Blaine's eyes drifted down, caught by the motion. The slits in her Cheerio skirt didn't leave much to imagination as they showed off her upper thigh.

"Well I won't lie to you Rachel." Blaine rested his right arm on the back of her chair and leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Eating you is one of many, many things I would love and plan on doing to you."

She didn't seem fazed, and brushed his dirty comment off. "You reek of smoke and sex. If you're going to be sitting next to me the least you can do is wash off such sinful scents."

"Are you suggesting I shower? I can do that, but only if you promise you'll join me."

"You're disgusting; I would never do such a thing, especially with you."

Blaine laughed, and sat back but without removing his arm. "You're such a little church-go-er. Do you even kiss that wall you call a boyfriend or do you classify mono as an STD?"

"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Anderson." Rachel said, resting her cheek on her fist. She scribbled something in the notebook that lay on the desk in front of her. "And yes, I do kiss him. Not that anything I do with my boyfriend is any of your business."

"I'm not jealous, Berry." Blaine stated clearly. "Jealously would be implying that I care about you, and fucking you senseless for my own release doesn't mean that at all."

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Rachel shot him a sharp glare.

The sudden mention of his mother took Blaine by surprise but he didn't allow his issues to show on his face. Instead he forced them down, and returned her edgy look. "Now who's interested in whose kissing who?"

"Didn't you just say jealously would imply caring?"

"I never said anything about you being jealous." Blaine smirked.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You're hopeless. I've barely even talked to you and you start twisting my words this way and that. Just stop talking to me and I'll stop talking to you, okay? Okay."

"Hmm…" Blaine tilted his head pretending to think. "Nope, no can do. Not talking to you won't get me anywhere."

"I don't know what you're hoping to accomplish by associating with me but it's not going to happen. The only thing you're going succeed in is tearing down my reputation. I've already got Puckerman for that, I don't need another guy in my life walking around like he's some tough shit."

Blaine nodded at what she was saying, listening, and reached down into his boot. He gripped the handle of the switch knife he kept hidden there and drew it. Rachel's mouth dropped as she gaped at him. "Puckerman is all talk and no game. I can tell that right away." He flicked the blade open and began carving at the desk, keeping it hidden from the teacher. "Maybe I would be a good thing for that little reputation of yours. I can't understand how you've been in a relationship for three years and not have lost your virginity yet."

"Oh and I just suppose you'll be the one to take it from me then?" Rachel had lowered her voice to a whisper now, leaning in closer to him so no one would hear.

"I suppose." He said, locking his eyes with hers and he met her halfway between their desks. "Tell me Rachel. How far have you gone? Just because you're a virgin doesn't mean you haven't done any other dirty things."

"You don't need to know anything about me Blaine Anderson; I'm not any of your business." She told him, not afraid to look him dead in the eye when she did so.

"Has he gone down on you? Have you gone down on him? That little mouth must do wonders on the male member." Blaine tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick his own lips. "Have you even let him feel you up?" Rachel didn't answer him. She just looked at him, waiting for him to stop. "All that pent up sexual frustration, I doubt Fred would be able to satisfy you like I could.

"His name is Finn."

"Whatever."

"Cheating on my boyfriend with you and allowing you to take away my virginity?" Rachel laughed. "Please, you're exactly like Puck."

"I'll tell you how I'm different from Puck. We both may leer after you but only one will succeed in getting you into bed."

Rachel's mouth formed into a tight thin line. "Do you really think I would ever willingly let you devalue me by having sex with me?"

"Someone with experience is more valuable than someone who won't put out." Blaine said, pulling away. He continued to deteriorate the wood away from his desk. He could feel Rachel looking at him, waiting, but he didn't say anything else. Mr. Carson stood from his desk and made his way to the front of the room. Blaine tucked his knife away. "Okay class, we're one month into the school year already which means time for our first project."

Most of the class whined, Rachel rolled her eyes and tapped the sharpie she was holding against her notebook, and Blaine just waited. Mr. Carson handed out each packet and as he went down the aisle he gave the brief overview of instructions. "I don't have a set due date for this yet, but it'll be enough time to allow you to finish it so don't procrastinate. You're seating partners will be you're partners for this project. You can use the last ten minutes of class to figure out how you want to split up work and when to meet up." Mr. Carson returned to his desk. "Good luck."

Rachel slammed the marker down and slid down in her chair, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "You've got to be kidding. I can barely stand sitting beside you for 50 minutes now I have to spend time outside of class working on some stupid project."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about." Blaine said calmly.

"Why? Would you actually behave?"

"No. I meant you wouldn't have to worry about working on the project." He clarified. "That's not what I would be planning on if you came over my house to work."

"Is that all you think about?" Rachel leaned over to snatch the partner packet from where it had landed on his desk. "How about this; I'll do the entire project and you just do whatever you do in your free time as long as it doesn't involve me."

Blaine's eyes darted to the packet for a moment, catching the subject of the project. Poetry. "You know your name kind of rhymes with Angel, and you're appearance gives off the impression of. But damn, you're personality is just terrible."

"Blaine. What an unfortunate name, so many things can rhyme with that. Lame… pain… insane."

"Detain…restrain…contain. Plenty of options; someone could write a song about me if they really wanted to."

"As if anyone would," Rachel scoffed. "Does that charm of yours really work on as many people as you think it does?"

"Trying to figure out how big my playing field is Berry? I think I'd be able to make you a top priority."

"You. Are. Infuriating." Rachel placed her hands on her desk and stood herself up. "I'm requesting an immediate seating change." With that, she turned sharply, her Cheerio skirt following suit, and stomped up to Mr. Carson's desk. Blaine watched as the cheerleader firmly planted herself in the teacher's personal space for his immediate attention. He couldn't necessarily hear their conversation but by the way Rachel's cheeks were flaming he could tell it wasn't going too strongly in her favor. Looking defeated, she made her way back to her seat without saying anything to Blaine.

"Well?" He asked, tapping the ball of his tongue ring against his teeth in a manner that he knew annoyed people to no end. "Looks like we are still partners."

"For now," She grumbled. "Carson told me to give you some time and if you don't prove yourself to be better then and only then will he move one of us. Something tells me you won't though and if that means I have to stick up with you for a months, and only a month, until you're gone then I think I can deal with that."

Blaine chuckled. "I'm not that easy to get rid of."

"Would you get serious for one minute?" She hissed. "I want to figure this all out and get it out of the way. Now where should we do it?"

"I'd say the library but we might be kicked out for being too loud. I tend to make girls scream." Blaine's face was completely serious as he spoke until he looked up and saw Rachel once again glaring at him, and he broke into a sly grin. "What? You can't really expect me to stay serious when you ask where we should 'do it'. Really Rachel, if you want to do this project on your own at least do a better job or phrasing your words."

"Blaine Anderson, you stay away from me." Rachel reached between them and pushed at one of his shoulders. Grabbing her wrist, Blaine laid it down on the desk and reached for the sharpie near him with his free hand. He popped the cap off with his teeth and scribbled something on her arm too fast for her to say anything to alert the other students around them.

"My address and my number in case you didn't notice that I had already carved it into the desk." He released Rachel's arm. "I also play pool at the Louis's Pool Hall most afternoons, so I'm not home between nine and midnight."

"Do you really think that I'd-"

"You'll call or come over if you want this project done, Berry." Blaine cut her off and stood, towering over her a bit. "The other alternative is giving me your address and your number and as much as I'd love to have possession of both, something tells me you won't be so willing to hand those out." The dismissal bell rang and Blaine locked his eyes to hers. "Until then we have nothing to talk about."

Rachel stood as well. He was physically challenged for a boy, but he was still taller than the brunette. "Fine by me." She huffed agreeing.

"I'll see you whenever you feel like compromising then." With that Blaine turned his back on her and walked out of the classroom.