It all started with a conversation with the New Directions, they were fussing over how they missed Kurt Hummel so much and wished he would rejoin Glee club. Blaine had never met Kurt to understand how he'd 'changed' from his previous fabulous fashionista persona. In fact, that was a lie, although Blaine was new and had never met the original Kurt, he had been introduced to the...'eccentric' Kurt. I'm jumping ahead, let's start from the real beginning, where Blaine Anderson met Kurt Hummel.
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Strolling in through the school's front doors, Blaine Anderson looked upon an empty hall way, posters decorated the walls; they advertised: cheerleading, Av club, newspaper and even homework clubs. One caught his eye; Glee club. Blaine had always loved to dance and even more so to sing, maybe it would be a good way to make friends, especially when he's a new kid to just turn up out of no where. As much as he appreciated the new atmosphere, it was toned down from his previous private school environment.

Thud.

Flinching, Blaine was knocked from his trance and back into real life. Before him stood (rather leant at an angle on the lockers behind him) a boy, a man, in tight leather trousers, a grey band t-shirt (torn at the hem), a leather studded jacket and those boots - they reached just below his knees, laced with an inch platform that would surely signal his arrival with a clank - it was a lot to take in. Blaine's gazed raked up and down the figure, how his nails were painted black, his tousled hair, the lit cigarette perched between his soft red lips and his head at such an angle that Blaine could mentally draw every vain and artery leading from his strong jaw line to his prominent collar bone. He was gorgous.

"Piss off you pervert!" He snapped sharply, his eyes were closed, how did he even know?

Gulping loudly, Blaine approached him, almost knowing it was such a bad idea, but he couldn't help himself, besides, he did have a valid reason to.

"C-could you possibly tell me where Science lab 12b is, please?" Blaine attempted to sound confident but it was obvious that he was anxious, simply watching the handsom boy take a drag (blowing out the burning smoke into the air) of his cigarette and loosely holding it between his middle and forefinger made his palms sweat. Eventually, the boy tilted his head to an upright position and lazily opened his eyes, they were still half lidded but that's all Blaine needed. They were like ice; pools of azure diamonds, almost like a frozen fire.

"Well, well, well. New meat." He bent around as if to glance at Blaine's back then returned upright and continued. "New meat with a sexy ass at that. Although, do the midgets from your last hell-hole all class that helmet on your head as hair?" Ouch. Blaine winced at that, his lips parted slightly.

"What wrong baby, did I offend you? I'm sure you'll grow. Look, let me make it up to you, why don't I give you a good seven inches of my own to get you started?" Blaine's mouth practically gaped, his cheeks raw with a crimson blush.

"What's got you uptight all of a sudden, apart from the erection growing in your 'obviously 2 sizes too small' trousers, they hardly reach your ankles dear." That one stung. Blaine knew he wasn't that excited but he could see the smirk on the boy's lips and it sent shudders down his spine.

" Okay sugar-plum, that vacant look was cute but now you're giving off the 'If I had a second brain it would be lonely' vibe. Let me know if you'd like to scream my name sometime." His sharp words pierced through Blaine's empty expression and the thud of his boots brought his vocal chords back to life.

"Hey, I still don't know where my next class is!" Yelling after the boy didn't seem to affect his 'badass' appeal, he was still as calm as ever and even though he continued to stride away from Blaine, Blaine could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"You're a munchkin, follow the yellow brick road"

Pulling his lips into a tight smile, Blaine was just about to feel happy about meeting this new boy, until he realised. He was a joke. Blaine had completely let himself be stepped on and he didn't even strife to stand up for himself. This boy was taking advantage of him, using him like a tool and disregarding his feelings. As handsom and endearing as he was, Blaine wasn't going to let him get away with it. But first, he really needed to find his class...which was probably finished anyway.
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Glancing at his rotor, Blaine read that he had English for his last period, which was good as it was close to his locker so he didn't have to search for too long. He entered the class room and Mr. Lockman was sat at his desk at the front looking through some papers briskly. Quietly, he stepped towards him and spoke softly, not wanting to draw attention to himself or others.

"Hello, I'm Blaine Anderson" Mr. Lockman gazed upwards, searching his face, as if pondering why he was there. He cocked an eyebrow in question. "Oh, I'm new here, It says that this is my new English lesson" Blaine clarified.

"Ah, I see. I'm Mr. Lockman, you can take a seat on the back row, just not the desk on it's own." He pointed lazily to the desks at the back, some were blocked from view by bodies of teenagers. Blaine was a little confused. The desk on it's own? He strained his eyes between the groups of pupils and noticed a desk behind the back row isolated from the rest. He wondered what possible reason it was there for but didn't look too much into it as Mr. Lockman had now stood up and declared for the class to take their seats.

Swiftly, Blaine made his way to the back of the class, but it seemed that others had the same idea, since it was a new semester, pupils didn't seem to have a seating arrangement yet. So Blaine found himself sat between a black girl named Mercedes and a blonde girl called Brittany. They seemed nice enough, Mercedes kept calling him 'white boy' and Brittany kept asking him if hobbits lived in the woods. He didn't really mind as she didn't seem to understand why it would be offensive so he just chuckled and played along.

It was twenty minutes into the lesson that Blaine noticed that the isolated desk behind him was still unoccupied. Just as he was about to ask Mercedes about it, the classroom door violently swung open on it's hinges, clashing against the wall from the pressure of the person's kick. It put Blaine on edge, the sheer ferocity of it struck him with fear. Glancing around the room is what scared him more. It was as if nobody had even noticed, they all had, one or two had flinched but after glimpsing at the time they had lost interest. Turning his attention back to the door to the right of Mr. Lockman's desk, he strode in. The boy from before, swinging his hips in his sexy platform boots. His voice was still as rough and deep like it was earlier that day.

"'Sup Lockboy" It was so casual, as if he didn't even feel the teacher's lazy glare upon him, in fact, he just strolled past, strutting between the desks like it was his own private catwalk.

"Nice of you to finally join us, Kurt. Detention. You know the drill." He spoke dryly.

"Yeah, yeah." 'Kurt's' voice dripped with sarcasm. Again. It was endearing. He caught Blaine staring at him and they locked eyes as he passed, he winked. It sent shivers down his entire body. "Hello sexy" Kurt's voice was drenched in lust and pure sex. That was addicting.

Kurt slumped behind Blaine's desk in the lonely seat. Oh, that's what it was for, or, who it was for. He leant forward so close to Blaine that his hot breath began a raging scarlet blush across his ears.

"So babycakes, have you composed yourself or are you still fantasizing about being my cumslut?" He growled. Blaine had to bite back a moan, he was so enticed by everything Kurt said or did. Then he remembered.

"No." It was all Blaine could manage, it didn't really make sense but to Blaine it was him standing up for himself.

"what was that dear?"

"I said no."

Kurt chuckled. What was this, a joke?

"You can say 'no' all you like but it won't change the fact that by the end of this week you'll be on your knees begging for me to fuck you to hard you won't be able to stand fo-"

"Shut up! Stop being such an arsehole!" Blaine interrupted, gritting his teeth. His voice sounded hoarse but it was just to make sure Mr. Lockman hadn't noticed their 'adult' arguement.

"Wow, the kitten has claws. I love turning the fiesty ones into mumbling wrecks. The way they fight but soon give in to the lust and desire, soon creating a hot, sweaty-"

"You're such a horney jerk!" Speaking slightly louder in irritation, Blaine found himself actually hating Kurt's arrogance. Blaine whimpered. Kurt's hand had now trailed down Blaine's vest and pinching his nipple through his button down shirt. It was rough and at one point Kurt had scratched over his chest. Suddenly, Kurt's teeth grazed Blaine's ear lobe, biting and sucking at the flesh, his hot breath like needles on Blaine's skin. He gasped, his heart pounded against his chest and his toes curled in his shoes. It was pleasure that he'd never felt before, he almost wished it would never end.

"And you're preppy virgin" Again, Kurt's teeth appeared, only this time, they bit, hard. It left teeth marks! "Let this remind you, you belong to me"

"Kurt, leave white boy alone!" Mercedes hissed from Blaine's left. Alomst instantly, Kurt released. Relieved that he wouldn't embarrass himself even more, Blaine also felt cold without Kurt's touch or his prescence inches away from his face. No. He thought. Don't do this. He's using you, you're just a tool to get off on.

"Fuck off Mercedes. We haven't spoken in over a year so what makes you think you have the right to tell me off" He retorted harshly. In the corner of Blaine's eye, he witnessed Mercedes fight the tears stinging her eyes.

"Don't be like that Kurtie, Mercedes just didn't want you to break the elf. If he breaks then his unicorn will starve because nobody will be able to feed him" Brittany pouted. She surely was different, she was innocent compared to other girls, even if he had heard about her record with every boy in the school.

"Brittany, shut the fuck up and stop calling me Kurtie. He's not an elf and unicorns don't exist. He's a discoloured oompa-loompa that got lost on his way to find more grease to put in his hair, the only thing he will be feeding is a condom after accepting his fate to a good pounding from yours' truly" He fiercly stated. That was the last straw.

"Stop it! Just stop it!" Blaine spoke loudly now, his body twisted to witness Kurt's smug look.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, they'll be harder for me to take off" he replied priggishly, an evil smile plastered across his pale face. Blaine's face was red with both embarrassment and anger, finally, he let his temper take over.

"Now you listen to me 'Kurtie'. You are a ill humoured, sick, sadistic prick who lives to make other people's lives living hell. You have no right to treat people like that. Although, who can blame you judging by your lack of fashion sense and let's face it, you've let yourself go from what i've seen in previous school book photos. I mean, look at your hair, it screams out 'Hello boys, I don't care if you're gay, straight, virgin or sex god, I'm going to fuck you dusk 'til dawn' and do you know what that means? It means you have a massive lit up sign above your head saying 'I'm a prostitute, I take cash and cheques', What the fuck would your parents say? I would hate to see their expressions, the disappointment, the shame and the overall thought of wishing that you wasn't their son!" He'd said too much. That was harsh. Blaine knew it. Kurt knew it. Everyone knew it. The whole class was silent, including Mr. Lockman, all anxious for Kurt's savvy reply. But it never came. Kurt's eyes were lined with water, his bottom lip quivvered slightly and he swallowed thickly. Mercede's and Brattany's mouths' gaped open, they knew something Blaine didn't, something that he said was a mistake. A big mistake.

"S-sorry Kurt I-um-I D-d-"

Seering pain penetrated Blaine's cheek, the force of Kurt's palm was a lot harder than he had ever expected. That stung. The look on Kurt's face as he strode heavily out of the room stung a lot more though. The door swung on it's hinges again as it bashed against the wall, this time, with such power it left a dent in the wall. Kurt's footsteps echoed through the hallway outside the classroom. Blaine turned to follow until mr. lockman stopped him.

"Principle's office. Now. Kurt will join you later."

Great. Just great.