Blaine sat there. Silent. His shoulders were slumped against the back of the chair and his hands rested on his lap as he twiddled his fingers nervously. His first day at school and he's spending his English lesson outside of the principle's office. Thinking back to what actually got him there, he was a little sharp with his words to Kurt. He didn't deserve being called a prostitute, and perhaps he maybe shouldn't of mentioned his fashion sense, or lack of. Although, Kurt had pushed him over the line, the consistant insults can really bring out the worst in someone. The debate rallying in his head was jolted quiet when the one and only Kurt thumped down next to him. He crossed his arms and clicked his heel against the floor with a stern expression etched into his face. He was pissed off. Blaine could practically hear his yelling in his head as he watched Kurt grind his teeth and breath heavily through his nose. He was really pissed off. But Blaine had to atleast try.

"Kurt..." Blaine had practically whispered, it was so quiet that Blaine was unsure that he'd even said it, but as soon as Kurt had stopped grinding his teeth, he knew he had said it. "I um...I'm so-"

"Shut up." he interrupted crassly.

"W-what?"

"I said shut up." Kurt repeated.

"But I'm just trying to-" Blaine began again.

"Let me guess. You're just trying to apolagise? You're really sorry for bringing up my parents? You only said it because you knew it was the only way to get to me and get me off guard? Well. You're not forgiven" His words were brutal but Blaine could see that they were laced with discomfort. Kurt couldn't even give him a snarky comment or a glare, during the little time he had known him, he had already figured out that every line had to involve an insult or sharp comment. Wait. Bringing up his parents? What about his parents, it's not like they're...oh god. Blaine didn't know this boy, not to mention his family life. That's why everyone had been so silent and anxious. shit.

"W-wait. Your parents? Kurt, I honestly don't know why you're upset about that, nobody has told me anything about them. I just assumed..."

"You assumed what?" He glared.

"I don't know. That there wasn't anything to be upset about?"

"You really don't know?" Kurt looked at Blaine inquisitively.

"No, I don't know why everyone's so worked up about that. Or you." As Blaine said these words, Kurt's tight jaw relaxed and his shoulders returned to their 'I don't give a toss' posture.

"Good. Hobbits can't be trusted with information anyway." Those were the words that Blaine couldn't of been happier to hear. He was back to his insulting, crude and vulgarly speaking self. After that, they sat in silence.
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The protrude smell of the principle's office filled Blaine's nose, it wasn't pleasant, looking to his right he witnessed Kurt taking in the scent also. Although, he didn't even seem phased by it, he'd probably been here so many times that it no longer affected him. Everything Kurt did drew Blaine more and more towards him, the way he slouched in his chair, his heavy boots resting on the man's desk, the way he teased his piercings in his ear. Wait, how long have those been there?

Ahem.

The silence was broken by the Indian man's coughing for attention. He didn't seem very intimidating, he looked easily overpowered, especially since he hadn't even noticed Kurt's boots in his face (or he chose not to notice). It was probably best not to begin a bad reputation, although, Blaine wasn't doing a good job so far.

"Now, Blaine Anderson, I understand this is your first day, which makes me more worried" His eyes flickered between Blaine and the papers in his hands, probably his records. "Although, judging on your previous attendence and attitude towards learning in Dalton Acadamy, I'm guessing that this will be a one time thing?" He met Blaine's eyes, waiting for an answer.

"Oh yes, absoloutly. A one time thing. I promise you it won't happen again" Blaine was sincere was being as honest as he could but the scoff that Kurt made had just broken his case.

"Trust me 'Figs' he's a wild cracker. He even stood up to me and disrupted the entire class. Even before that he approached me in the hall, despicible." Kurt spoke matter-of-factly. That bastard!

"Is this true Mister Anderson?" Principle Figgins raised an eyebrow.

"No! Well, sort of but it wasn't like that!" Blaine increased his volume, he was so fustrated with the prediciment Kurt had just put him in. No. He was fustrated with Kurt.

"Sit down Blaine, you're not helping your side of the story" Kurt chuckled. Sit down? Since when was he stood up? Blaine dragged a hand through his gelled hair and a couple of curly strands broke through the mold.

"Okay, Both of you will serve detntion for a week"

"Suits me Figgy" Kurt scoffed, removing his feet from the desk and practically skipping towards the door.

"Kurt Hummel. Stay where you are. I'm not finished." The principle's voice was a little rougher this time, it was obvious that he was getting sick of this. "Kurt, what happened to you?" His voice became softer again, filled with concern, he continued. "You used to be such an inspiration to this school, why did you do such a 180?"

"It's called getting the crap beaten out of you for being such an 'inspiration'" He retorted. Blaine's eyes fell upon Kurt's structured face, it didn't show emotion, it didn't resemble a flickre compared to the tears he'd seen earlier.

"Kurt, you and I both know what would really help you."

"Don't you dare" Kurt tensed, knowing what was coming next.

"Both you and Blaine will attend Glee club until the end of the semester, I think it could really help you two bond and get you back on your feat whilst you're at it. Now, you may both leave."
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Blaine wasn't too concerned with his punishment, obviously he could do without the detention, but Glee club, he'd already wanted to join. However, now knowing Kurt would be there too deflated his joyfulness. Once again, Kurt was pissed. He clenched his fists and thrashed against the lockers on the way to their first detention. He was a good few metres infront of Blaine when he'd finally calmed down. His forehead was pressed up against a locker and his curled up fists at either side. His eyes were squeezed shut and he breathed through his teeth. Blaine now stood a metre away, unsure of what to do. He watched as Kurt thrust his hand into his leather jacket's pocket and dragged out a packet of cigarrettes and a red cased lighter. He pulled his face away from the lockers and faced towards Blaine as he lit the cigarrette, placed it between his lips and breathed in the thick fumes.

Kurt's turqoise eyes locked onto Blaine's honey irises. Kurt took a step forward so he was merely a foot away from Blaine. Blaine was about to speak when his eyes began to sting from the burning smoke being blown in his face. He began to choke, it felt as if his vocal chords had betrayed him, his throat was trying to gain access to clean air and his lungs screamed with lack of oxygen. It burned.

"Stop being such a baby" Kurt's oppressive attitude grated against Blaine and he didn't care anymore, after he landed him in more trouble than it was worth and causing him situations he would never of imagined experiencing, he was already sick of him.

"Stop being a bully" Blaine finally choked out.

"A bully? You don't know the meaning. You come from a preppy school full of rainbows and everything on a silver platter. This is the real world."

"No, this is you attempting to get revenge after I hurt your feelings infront of everyone!" Before Blaine had a chance to see it happen, it already had. Kurt had pinned him against the lockers, one arm pushing his shoulders back and the other holding the cigarrette to his lips, taking another deep breathe and releasing it into Blaine's face. He flicked the cigarrette next to his foot and stepped on it with his heel.

"You don't know the first thing about me. You don't know my past and you don't know my motives" He spoke calmly, gently brushing his thumb across Blaine's cheek, wiping a tear away from the smoke.

"Then why me?"

"Why not you?" Kurt arched an eyebrow as Blaine attempted to struggle from his grasp, his nails clinging into Kurt's jacket.

"I don't understand why you've chosen me to harrass" Blaine was on the verge of tears. It was his first day and he was broken by some slutty deadbeat.

"Because I want you to experience things you've never experienced before"

"Like whaaaaahh!" Blaine moaned sharply as Kurt's knee pushed up against his crotch, his left hand tugged at his hair until some curls were freed and his lips were planted on his neck sucking a until a bruise appeared. Blaine clawed at Kurt's jacket as he attempted to make words, and barely a sentence.

"Please, Kurt I-I just need, Kurt I-" He gasped as it was no longer Kurt's thigh pleasuring his lower region, but his left hand cupped him whilst his right hand worked on releasing his curls on the other side of his head.

"What do you was baby? Do you want me to fuck you? Would you like to know what penis tastes like? Or would you like to know what it's like to have a pair of hot lips around your cock?" He spoke deeply seductive, toxic with lust into the shell of Blaine's ear.

"I want you to let go!" Blaine finally stated, well, screamed. Kurt froze.

"Fine." His voice was stiff, with one final push, Kurt released Blaine before striding off, swinging his hips as he walked.
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Blaine must of been stood there for a good five minutes of heavy panting, sweating and clinging onto anything solid. Swallowing thickly, Blaine was finally able to compose himself and walk that extra hallway towards his detention. One of the bathroom doors were open so he quickly glanced at his reflection, his face was flushed and his curls were wild. great. He could just say that he'd been running to get to detention as he got lost, although, Kurt could say differently. Ha! Kurt. As if Kurt would actually turn up to detention! Blaine reassured himself, his 'running because he got lost' story would be fine. But obviously it wasn't because as Blaine peered through the classroom window, his hazel eyes fell upon Kurt perched on a desk on the front row. Kurt noticed Blaine through the winder and flashed him a sinister grin.

"Look who finally decided to turn up" The blue-eyed devil spoke coyly. I'm really beginning to hate that bastard, Blaine thought. He slowly edged into the classroom after nervously opening the door. Of course. His detention teacher would be Mr. Lockman.

"I-er-got lost" Blaine smiled tightly and Mr. Lockman nodded his head understandably from his desk.

"Bullshit!" Kurt bellowed. Kurt's disbelieving expression was too priceless to ignore. Blaine took his chance, he grinned widely in obvious pleasure of Kurt's fury.

"Wipe that grin off your face before I knock it off!" Kurt was outraged.

"Oh shush Kurtie-kins. You're disrupting my leaning, but if you're in such a bad mood would you like a lolli-pop to suck on? Thy're much better than lighting up a cigarrette in the middle school" Blaine winked knowing what he had just done. Kurt knew as well, his mouth gaped in disbelief.

"Mister Hummel, is that true? You've been smoking in school premisis?" Question Mr. Lockman.

Kurt shot a deathly glare at Blaine as he smirked coyly. Becoming confident in his new discovery of how to win, Blaine mouthed the words:

'This is war, bitch'

To say the least, Kurt was shocked.