It was a sunny beautiful day in Lima, Ohio. It was also the first day back to school for one Kurt Hummel. It's his senior year and he plans to make the best of it. Under no circumstances does that mean joining clubs or becoming prom king, though. It means inflicting fear in anyone that dares make eye contact with him. It also involves coming up with the best senior prank the school has ever seen. He's got a few ideas, but none of them are good enough. That doesn't matter though; he has all year to plan that. For now it's about getting through the first day without—-

Something cold, sticky, and wet hits him in the face. His eyes sting, and when he finally opens them, he sees that he's drenched in nothing other than a red slushie. Those sting eyes the worst for some reason.

Alright, so not everyone is scared of him. There's still a group of small-minded jocks that he has to teach a lesson. Especially the leader of the group; David Karofsky.

"Welcome back, lady!" Azimio, one of Karofsky's gorillas, yells.

"Screw you, Azimio," he snaps wiping the slushie out of his eyes. He immediately heads for his locker to grab his spare clothes and then to the girls washroom to wash up in a more clean surrounding. He'll be late for his first class of the year, but that's not really that unusual for him anyways.

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As Kurt is heading to the girl's washroom, something catches his eye. There's a black-haired boy wearing a leather jacket sitting in Figgins' office, obviously oblivious and unamused by anything going on around him; except Kurt.

He spots the skank and sends a seductive smiled followed by a wink. Kurt scowls at the boy, not knowing if he was joking or serious. Since he was the only gay guy at the school, he wasn't used to that type of attention. The new kid slid further down the chair, making sure his pelvis was in full view of Kurt. He starts rubbing along his crotch, never looking away from Kurt. His eyes were filled with nothing but lust and he opened his mouth in a silent moan and tilted his head back to expose his scruffy neck.

Principal Figgins must've said something to snap him out of it, because he stopped immediately and sat upright in his chair. Kurt smirked, crossed his arms, and walked away.

That was nothing. Just some idiot like Puck trying to get under his skin, he decides.

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After he finishes cleaning up and carefully styles his hair to perfection again, he heads to his first class; English.

As soon as he walks into the door, all eyes turn to him. His sticks up his nose and walks with his shoulders back and head held high.

"And where have you been, Mr. Hummel?" Mr. Henderson asks.

"I had some stuff to take care of," he responded, not wanting to go into details.

"Very well then," the teacher said, "I'll chat with you about this after class then and we'll sort out a time for you to make up for the time you lost. Until then, please take your seat."

"Very well then," Kurt mimicked. It earned him a few snickers from the class and a shocked look from Mr. Henderson.

When Kurt looked to see what seats were still available, he can only find one at the very back of the classroom. He takes the spot, unaware of the boy beside him.

"Well hello there, gorgeous," a smooth voice said to close to his ear, "I was hoping to see you more. Guess I'm lucky." Kurt looked over to the boy, and his words caught in his throat when he saw the eyes of the stranger. He didn't know how to describe them. They were some kind of mix of brown and green and gold all covered by a warm honey colour. He realized his mouth was open, and he had been staring. Finally finding words, Kurt spoke.

"Don't call me that," he huffed and turned back to the front of the classroom.

"Feisty. I like that," the boy whispered low in his ear, "I'm Blaine, by the way, happy to meet your acquaintance." He said, rubbing along the inside of Kurt's thigh.

"Get your hands off of me!" Kurt said as he tore Blaine's hand away before he inched it up any higher.

"Is there a problem back there, boys?" Mr. Henderson said, looking over his glasses. The entire class turned to look at them, and Blaine made sure he looked as innocent as possible.

"No, none at all," Kurt said through gritted teeth. Their teacher seemed satisfied with the answer, and turned back to continue writing on the chalkboard.

"So," Blaine returned his hand back to where it was, "what's your name, pretty boy, and how can I get into your pants?" He started rubbing his nose behind Kurt's ear.

"My name is Kurt, and you're not getting in my pants. End of discussion. Now leave me alone."

Blaine just smirked and mumbled "that's what you think" before turning back to face the chalkboard.

Day one: Not going as planned.

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Thank God for Quinn. Even though she didn't usually have any good advice (which wasn't surprising considering her life choices thus far), she always had ideas to help Kurt release his anger. Today it happened to be throwing ketchup covered tampons off the roof at the marching band.

Kurt instantly agreed, and they headed up to the top of the school. They were laughing and having a good time. Kurt loved seeing Quinn smile. Even though she had a nasty habit of smoking, she still maintained a beautiful smile. It lit up the room, but unfortunately, she barely smiled any more. She stopped with glee club after she had her baby and became a skank. He didn't even really mind the old Quinn, which was really saying something because he hated most of the glee club. Especially that damn Rachel Berry. Oh God did he ever hate her.

Kurt had almost forgotten about Blaine before he feels a pair of hands on his hips, and a crotch rubbing against his ass.

"Hey, Kurt," he put a special punctuation on the "t", "watcha doing, baby?"

"Something that doesn't involve you," Kurt said, backing away from Blaine's reach, "so you can leave."

"Hey," Quinn spoke up from the back, "you need any help there, Kurt?"

"No, I'm fine Q. Just some idiot. I can deal with him."

"Alright." Quinn shrugged and turned back to continue throwing tampons.

"What do you want," Kurt bitched at Blaine, now noticing the height difference and using it to his advantage, "hobbit."

"Oh, ouch. That hurts, skank." Blaine dramatically put his hand to his heart.

"Skank? Oh good one," Kurt said sarcastically, "that's just something I've tried to cover up for so long." He said, stepping towards the shorter boy. Blaine didn't back down, just continued staring at Kurt. To be honest, it sort of startled Kurt that he couldn't scare him.

"Listen, babe," Blaine said slyly shoving his hands into his tight jeans, "I'll have fucked you raw by the end of this semester, and you can count on that." he smirked and walked away whistling a familiar tune.

Kurt stood there shocked, and Quinn walked up behind.

"Sounds like somebody just got their ass handed to them on a silver plate." She said with a slight rasp from smoking in her voice.

"Shut it, Q."

"Whatever. But just to let you know" Quinn said, picking up her bag, "I'd tap that if I were you." She swiftly walked past and left Kurt alone on the roof.

Day one: definitely not going as planned.