I offered to write Badboy!Blaine for Jenn on twitter so here we go…

Summary: Kurt didn’t know what to expect when he met Blaine Anderson on the first day of his senior year. (about 1500 words)

Saying goodbye to Rachel, Kurt rushed down the corridor to his first class, weaving in and out of people and clutching his bag. He skidded slightly, and stopped infront of the English room. Peering inside he couldn’t see anyone, not even the teacher, so he walked in and moved towards the far corner of the classroom. Taking a seat, he rested his head on the desk, taking a deep breathe. He heard the rest of the class trickle in and take their seats and the teacher begin to write notes on the board. Sooner or later, the bell rang and class had officially started.

Kurt wrinkled his nose slightly as the sent of cigarettes and cologne wafted over to him. He lifted his head up and turned to see the seat next to him was taken by none other than Blaine Anderson.

Great.

Kurt stared at him, taking in his short curly hair, his dark hazel eyes and the nose ring (seriously?). His leather jacket hugged in all the right places, showing off his shoulders and his upper arms. There was small studs along the collar, and the jacket pinched in at the waist, showing off how trim Blaine really was.

“Like what you see sweetheart?”

Kurt froze and looked up to Blaine’s face, the glint in his and the slight smirk across his face seriously should have not been as hot as it was. “I-I… sorry.” He stuttered and quickly turned back to facing the teacher.

“Oh, you look cute when you blush.” Blaine whispered, leaning over to Kurt and resting his hand on Kurt’s thigh. “I wonder what you’d look like if we were somewhere…more private ” He whispered into Kurt’s ear, his tongue catching the lobe.

Kurt gasped, his breathing becoming heavy as he felt Blaine’s hand run slowly up his thigh. They were in a fucking classroom, full of people! And a teacher! He heard Blaine give a low laugh and pulled away slightly, but keeping his hand resting on his tight.

Kurt reached down and yanked Blaine’s hand away which only made it worse and Blaine tangled their fingers together. “Get off me.” He gritted out, his eyes still facing forward.

“Ohhh, so you have some bite in you. This makes it even more fun.”

“No it doesn’t. Leave me alo-“

“Mr Hummel, will you please stop talking to Mr Anderson.” the teacher called.

“Sorry Miss.” Kurt mumbled, and turned to glare at Blaine, who was giving him sickly sweet smile.

“Just leave me alone. I don’t know you and you don’t know me and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Oh, I doubt thats want you really want babe. I can see your raging boner for me from here.” Blaine said, his voice low. Kurt’s eyes widened and Blaine gave him a quick wink before turning to face the front of class.

Kurt’s jeans definitely felt too tight and he knew how aroused he was but he couldn’t let Blaine get to him. Blaine had a reputation. People avoided him because of it. Something about an all boys private school a town over. The thing was, he got away with a lot because of his grades. A straight A student which a badass reputation confused Kurt even more. Weren’t they supposed to be slackers?

He tried to adjust his jeans without Blaine noticing but the small smirk on Blaine’s face told Kurt that he knew alright. And he was enjoying every minuete of it.

Well. Fuck.

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It wasn’t until the next day, Kurt saw Blaine. He was walking across the parking lot and noticed Blaine leaning against the school wall at the edge of the lot. Cigarette in hand, headphones in. Kurt watched him as he blew smoke out into the air and then taking another drag. Blaine turned, feeling eyes on him and looked back at Kurt. A slow, sultry smile formed on his lips and Kurt swallowed loudly. Blaine winked at Kurt before disappearing behind the school. 

Kurt shook his head, trying, hoping that he could ignore Blaine’s advances. He walked into school, towards his locker, mulling over these new, albiet, annoying feelings he got whenever he thought of Blaine.

“Hey homo. You still here? Pity.”

Kurt froze as Azimio crowed him against his locker. “L-leave me alone.” he stuttered, forming his hands into fists.

“And why would I do that? Ever since you turned Karofsky into a fag, I’ve been having problems with you and your prancing friends. It’s about time I smooth those problems out. Starting with yo-“

“I think he said to leave him alone you fucktard.”

Azimio wiped round, giving Kurt space and crowding around Blaine. Kurt looked at Blaine in surprise and he glared at Azimio.

“What did you just call me?” Azimio said, getting right into Blaine’s personal space.

“A. Fuck.Tard. You idiot. Now leave him alone or I’ll make sure your life will be a living hell until we graduate.”

“Oh like you could even bruise me Anderson. Stay out of this, it has nothing to do with you, slut.”

Ah. Kurt knew Azimio had gone too far. Of course he had, because Blaine looked furious. But before Blaine could let his fist connect with Azimio’s face the school flooded with students. Blaine let his fist fall and with a last look at Kurt, he stormed off down the hall before Kurt could even thank him.

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“I knew I’d find you here.”

Kurt looked up and saw Blaine walking into the abandoned classroom, which a stupid smile on his face and even more stupid cigarette tucked behind his ear.

“Oh, should I call you Sherlock from now on?” Kurt said, going back down to his work.

“Call me whatever you want babe. Just as long as I’m the one making you scream it.”

Kurt’s head shot up, his eyes wide. Blaine leaned over the desk, so he was completely in Kurt’s eyeline. “Wha-“

“You’re hot.” Blaine whispered, his breathe hot against Kurt’s lips. Kurt gave him an icy glare but he was sure his blush was visible from space.

“Thankyou for standing up for me this morning, but I don’t need you to do that.”

Blaine scoffed. “No it totally looked like you had it under control.”

Kurt groaned and leaned back in his chair, away from Blaine, and then regretting even making a sound.

“My, my, I wonder what other sounds you make if.. say… my tongue was on you” Blaine moved around the desk, sitting himself in Kurt’s lap and wrapping his arms around Kurt’s neck. He leaned in and kept whispering into Kurt’s ear.

“Would you like that babe? My tongue running up your cock? Tasting you, teasing you. Would you let me suck you off so hard you come down my throat harder than ever? Would you like to watch me swallow your come before kissing me and tasting yourself on my tongue?”

Kurt couldn’t breathe. And he was about 99% sure Blaine could feel his hard on through his jeans. He whimpered as Blaine began to suck slightly on Kurt’s ear lobe, nipping it before pulling away. 

“Oh, would you look at that.” Blaine smirked. Kurt’s breathe stuttered as Blaine ghost his hand across Kurt’s painfully obvious erection. “So eager aren’t you.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and growled “Shut up!” before crashing his lips against Blaine’s. Blaine froze in shock before kissing back as hard as Kurt and bringing his hands up to cup Kurt’s jaw. Kurt felt himself open his mouth and let Blaine’s tongue in. Hearing Blaine groan spurred him and then he flet it. Blaine had somehow straddled over Kurt’s legs and began rocking his hips. Kurt let his head fall back and groan as he felt sparks of pleasure flow through him as their erections rubbed together. Blaine attached his mouth to his neck and begin to suck hard. Kurt whimpered and tried to meet Blaine’s thrust as best as he could but everything was too much. He groaned as Blaine scrapped his teeth across his neck before licking over it to sooth.

Kurt let his hands wander down Blaine’s back and let them rest on his ass, pushing him forward to gain more friction. God his ass was perfect. He squeezed it and felt Blaine detach himself from his neck and groan loudly into his shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so hot Kurt’ he groan as he gave one last thrust and Kurt squeezed his eyes and felt himself come. Shuddering through his orgasm he held onto Blaine, groaning loudly.

Coming down from his high, he felt Blaine pull back. He looked up and him and saw him smile down. “You’re beautiful when you come babe. We should do it again.”

Kurt’s heart sank a bit. Maybe he was hoping for something more? He wasn’t sure.

Blaine climbed off Kurt’s lap, running his hand through his hair and then leaning down to kiss Kurt one last time. Before pulling back he worried Kurt’s bottom lip between his teeth.

“You like Italian?”

Kurt opened his eyes and nodded, not able to speak.

“Good, I’ll pick you up at 7 sweetheart.” Blaine said, giving him a smile before walking out of the room, swinging his hips.

Kurt watched, completely speechless before smiling. Senior year was going to interesting.