"Oh look, boys! We got ourselves a handful of dirt!"

Maybe dislike was an understatement.

So when Finn and his boys came face to face with what they hated the most, there could only be one possible outcome.

"Scared of dirt, Soc? Did mommy never let you play outside?"

"GET THEM!"

The next few things happened really fast. There was a sudden roar among the two groups, and the space between Jesse and Finn closed, then there were clouds of dust from dirt being kicked up in the air, someone landed a hard right hook to my cheek, then there was a click! and a flash of something silver.

"He's got a piece!" Someone yelled from the Socs. The crowd dispersed, and I rolled over onto my knees hazily; kid had quite the punch.

Squinting, I looked up and saw Jesse and Finn walking around each other, circling like predator and prey. Who was who was undetermined. Jesse held his switchblade tightly in his hand, coiled around his fingers, ready to jab forward if it was necessary.

There's something everyone should know about Jesse St. James. First, he was no Saint, and he would do just about anything to let you know that. Second, he was the baddest Greaser of us all, known even outside of Lima.

He was muscular beyond belief, bigger then all of us, as sly as a fox, and had this tone cold look that would make murderers think twice. He was the oldest out of all of us, 21, which made him alpha if his other qualifications weren't good enough. He'd been in and out of juvie more times then he could count on one hand, and jail once. We all idolized him for his bravery and edge, even if he said he hated himself. The only thing he liked about who he was was his hair, long and brown and slicked back. But that's all that most of us knew about Jesse St. James.

"You're on our turf, Greaser." Finn hissed as they circled.

"We didn't want any trouble, we're just passing through. You know that." Jesse said, voice low and rough.

It was the truth, we were just coming back from the cinema that happened to be on the east side of town. The Socs side of town. We weren't planning on brawling with anybody, but of course, the Socs would always find a reason to have a beat down. And here we were, in an empty field, around midnight, standing around with fists and switchblades ready.

Finn was huge, in both height and muscle, he towered over Jesse. It reminded me of David and Goliath, just because I knew Jesse had the weapon, we would be okay. He looked around, judging us with his snarky expressions. When he laid his eyes on me, he grinned. "Got you pretty good, didn't I, Anderson?"

My fists curled into a ball and I pushed forward. I only managed to take one step before Jesse had come between us.

"You'll get yours." I snarled over Jesse's shoulder.

The other boys who had came out with us that night stepped beside me. Puck took my right and Sammy took my left. Finn huffed and stepped back, where his boys formed a line with him too.

"Have a good night, ladies. Especially you, fairy. Try not to crack any mirrors with that face."

It took all three of them to hold me back, but it was well worth it. Finn was defiantly asking for it, calling me a fairy. I blew him a kiss goodnight, flipped the collar on my leather jacket and turned on my heel, the other boys in step with me.

When we were over the hill and back into West Side (some people called it Lima Heights), it was Puck who grabbed me by the shoulders first and jumped with a huge smile on his face.

"Shit, Blaine! Look at that cut! You look tuff!" He exclaimed. "Yeah! Look at Blainers! He's bleeding like a true Greaser and everything!"

I shook my head with a bit of a laugh. "Yeah it probably looks tuff but it hurts like hell."

Jesse came and draped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. "Don't worry kid, we'll get you a band aid and some ice cream and you'll feel all better."

"Does that mean we're drinking? Or are we actually getting ice cream? I could do both." Sammy chuckled from behind us, patting the top of my hair.

"Looks like we're going to the alley tonight, boys." Jesse said with a deep sigh, while we all cheered and threw our hands up.

The Alley was a legend to many, but reality to us. It was this narrow pathway between the Soda Shack and an old building. If you went down just far enough, there was a door on the side of the old building which was actually boarded up, but somehow Puck managed to open this door. Inside is just one huge empty room, with a old couch we found and a table Sammy had made. Usually we only went on good occasions to party between ourselves, because if we got caught trespassing, that was certain juvie, or jail in Jesse's case.

The best part about the building was the underground passage that led to the Soda Shack next door. We had no clue why it led there, but we used it to our advantage (see: free drinks). It was really small so they usually sent me because I was the shortest. And that's where I found myself twenty minutes later, slightly hunched over and walking through the tight stone tunnel with a lighter to guide me. I stopped at the wall, looked up, and pushed open the door, then pulled myself up.

I always did this quietly, just in case someone was there. My steps were silent as I pushed open the backroom door, and worked my way to the kitchen fridge. I grabbed as much liquor and even a small bucket of ice cream for Sammy.

"Ice cream and whiskey, how handsome."

I spun around, almost dropping everything in my hands to the black and white tiled floors. I couldn't see who it was because it was pretty dark, the only thing I could make out was the slender figure because of the bit of moonlight that came through the window behind him.

At this point, I didn't know what to do. I just stood there frozen, my hand getting sweaty because I was so in trouble now.

"Don't even bother trying to run. You'll just make yourself look more stupid then you do right now." Said the soft voice. Now it was familiar, something I've defiantly heard before. He walked over to the light switch and flicked it on with his slender fingers.

The first thing I noticed were his clothes. Some sort of fancy creamy cardigan, paired with tight jeans and a blue button up shirt. He screamed Soc. Then I noticed his jaw line, how defined it was. But the one thing that stood out was his eyes, pools of blue that seemed to express his feelings like fireworks.

"What are you doing here? And how did you get in here?" He questioned me. I couldn't believe it, it was Kurt Hummel standing in front of me. Finn's step brother.

I kept quiet. He didn't seem violent, but who knows, he might have twenty of his big headed buddies waiting outside.

"Well, come on, tell me. What? You can't speak? What a shame."

"I should be asking you the same thing! What, is this acting out? Did Daddy not let you borrow his Mustang?" I provoked him. Kurt pressed his tongue up against his teeth and cocked his head to one side, rolling his eyes in the most annoyed expression ever.

"Actually, this is my father's shop. And your trespassing." He said, putting his hands on his hips. "And stealing."

I stood there in shock. My jaw must of been on the floor because Kurt began to chuckled. "Well- what are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing."

Again, I was in disbelief. What was he on about? Any Soc, or person in their right mind, would call the cops right away, or beat the living shit out of a Greaser. "Wha-"

"It's not worth my time. You look hungry anyways, and I mean that in the most caring way possible."

He leaned over the sink, pulled out two clean plates and turned on the grill. I watched him begin to make a burger and prepare a small salad on one plate. He looked over his shoulder to me, "Put that stuff down and grab yourself a drink and me a water."

Shaking my head, I did as I was told. I wouldn't screw this up, I didn't want to make him angry. He pushed the two plates, one with a burger and one with a salad, into my hands and pointed to the bar in the dining area. I walked over there in a daze, what the hell was I doing?

Kurt sat down beside me and placed the soda I had picked out for myself in front of my plate. I hesitated to even take a sip before watching him demolish his salad.

"So.. what is this for?" I asked him slowly. I was way too stunned with confusion to even process a sarcastic comment.

Kurt wiped his lips and turned his body towards me. "Well, I fed you, and now you have to tell me how you got in here."

"I can't do that." I really couldn't, even though I felt bad because he had been so nice.

"Look, Brian, is it?"

"It's Blaine, actually..."

"Blaine. Alright, cool, whatever. I'm not going to get you thrown in jail, it's just I'm wondering how you managed to get in here. Curiosity. It killed the cat, you know."

My mouth was gaped open. I had broken into a shop, got caught by the owner's son, who was a Soc, and was now sitting down beside him with a meal that he had cooked me.

"Come on Blaine! Don't kill the cat! Tell me!"

"T-There's a door, in the back room.. In the floor."

Kurt's eyes went wide with excitement and he flew to the back room. I ran after him, but he had already made it and was searching around the floor.

"Where is it?" He yelped.

With a sigh I shook my head and folded my arms across my chest. "I honestly can't tell you Kurt."

"Okay then," Kurt said, taking my hands into his, and stepping close. He looked into my eyes, and I felt my heart drop. He knew I was gay, obviously, so if this was him using some flattering techniques on me it wasn't going to work. But his lips curved into a smile and very softly, he just whispered, "Then show me."