So over on my series of short stories, Sai and Sunglasses, someone named 'You're killing me now' suggested I do a badboy!Blaine chapter. Once I started writing I realized it might work better as a multi-chapter thing, so here it is!
It takes place before Never Been Kissed - well the whole thing with Karofsky is still relevant, yes Karofsky still kissed Kurt, but Kurt never went to Dalton or met Blaine.
I don't know really anything about reform school, so what I gathered I gathered from the wonderful land of Google.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I also don't own the idea for 'Dalton reform.' I saw many different authors use the name though, so I'm just going to go along with that.
Hope you enjoy!
Everyone seemed to know of Dalton reform school—where it was, what it was, and that it should be avoided—but most people didn't take the time to get to know aboutDalton reform school—the people there, the reason they're there, and the fact that they could be helped.
The school stood near the outside of town. It was a large, nicely built, expensive looking school, and just seemed like a normal private school. Except for the fact that it was surrounded by barbed wire—both to keep civilians out, and to keep the students in.
Kurt Hummel was one of the many people that knew of Dalton's existence, but he hoped to avoid it at all costs. It was a reform school. Delinquents got sent there. He was actually surprised that Puck hadn't been sent there yet, but that was beside the point. The fact of the matter was that Kurt had enough trouble with people at public high school. He didn't want to get mixed up in something involving anyone that went to the reform school.
Kurt hummed tunelessly and quietly to himself as he looked through the aisles of the convenience store. He stopped as he came to one shelf and picked up a pack of two nail files. Kurt looked over the package, and nodded once to himself before looking up and seeing someone an aisle over that made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. Kurt was unmistakably looking at a Dalton boy. It was obvious by the white button down shirt, the red and blue tie and the gray pants—the school's dress code. Kurt could only see the boy's profile, but he could make out that the top few buttons of the shirt were undone, and the tie was coming loose. Kurt rolled his eyes at the boy's disheveled appearance, and walked towards the register to purchase the nail files.
To Kurt's dismay, the Dalton boy managed to jump ahead of Kurt before Kurt got on line. Kurt held in a groan and stood behind the boy, impatiently toying with the nail file package.
As the boy stepped up to the counter, Kurt took a step forward and was met with a strong scent of cinnamon, lavender, and vanilla. Kurt cursed the fact that the boy smelled so good. He was a reform boy. Kurt didn't want anything to do with him.
The boy said something Kurt didn't quite catch, as Kurt was now standing farther away to make sure he didn't get another whiff of the amazing scent of him, and pulled out an ID card from his wallet. The cashier took it and looked at it quickly, before handing it back to the boy. The boy then picked up a six pack of beer that he had set down on the floor by his feet, and set it on the counter. Kurt's eyes widened as the boy pulled out some money to pay for the beer. Thoughts ran through Kurt's head - How old is he? Did he get left back and is really old enough to buy beer? But he looks about my age...is he using a fake ID? Well he is at reform school...- as the boy and the cashier finished the transaction. The boy then picked up his beer and turned around, and Kurt looked down into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were mostly brown, save for magnificent flecks of green and gold scattered about, and they seemed to have a mischievous glint in them. Kurt quickly looked away, and the Dalton boy smirked and walked out the door.
Kurt shook his head and stepped up to pay for the nail files. He's a Dalton boy, Kurt kept reminding himself. You don't want to have anything to do with him.
After Kurt finished his purchase he picked up the package and walked out the door. He wasn't even two steps away from the store when he heard someone say "Hey."
Kurt turned around and saw the Dalton boy leaning his back against the store, with one leg bent and his foot pressing against the building. He got a better look at the boy's face this time, and was worried by the fact that the boy was so good-looking. Despite his messy appearance, his wild curly hair was actually pretty appealing, and his face was flawless. Well, there was some slight stubble...but Kurt didn't really mind it. And his eyes...
Kurt turned back around and started walking towards the parking lot. The boy stood up and started walking behind Kurt. "I'm Blaine."
Kurt was taken aback by the boy's smooth voice as it was such a contrast to his rough appearance. And Blaine. Kurt turned the name over in his mouth and realized it was quite a nice name. He mentally kicked himself as he stopped walking and turned around to face the boy again. "What do you want?"
Blaine chuckled. "I was going to ask you the same question."
"You're the one following me."
"Yes but you're the one looking at me."
Kurt hoped he wasn't blushing as he held his chin high and turned on his heel to face away from Blaine. He had only walked a couple more steps when he heard the smooth voice call out "Wait, come back."
Kurt continued to walk away, and Blaine ran up to him and put one hand on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt recoiled away from Blaine, and Blaine held his hands up. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
Kurt sighed but made no more attempts to walk away at the moment. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Blaine pointedly.
Blaine laughed a little. "Just because I go to Dalton doesn't mean I'm all that bad."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "And the beer-"
Blaine grinned. "Oh please, like you've never had a drink in your life."
"I got drunk once and it was horrible." Kurt deadpanned.
Blaine shrugged. "Your loss."
Kurt gave in to the next obvious question. "So why are you at reform school?"
"Now that? That is a very good question." Blaine smirked
Kurt realized that Blaine wasn't going to elaborate on the matter so he turned around and started to walk towards his car again.
After a bit Kurt reached his car. He was just about to open the door when he felt a small piece of paper being slipped into his hand. He turned his head and saw Blaine heading in the other direction. Kurt opened his hand and looked at the paper. After seeing a phone number written there, Kurt watched intrigued, as Blaine walked away.
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