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16 August 2011 @ 05:18 pm
Fix, glee!fic part I  
My day is a washout, it seriously did not rain for long enough to pick me up and my writing's gone all over the bloody place. Posting this because it means I don't have to work out what happens next for a few minutes =P

Fix, Glee!fic, part 1 of probably *4* which has made my OCD three-fixated narrative brain collapse screaming in on itself.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and not even the concept. Created out of love for god knows no money.
Rating: This part R, may go up, may not.
Warnings and spoilers: A sort of jumbled up rerun of season two, so expect spoilers sprinkled liberally throughout, though canon timelines have been bounced around a lot. Warnings-wise, oh hi it's a rerun of season two, so if anything *mildly* squicked you about season two, expect that but harsher. Not written for kids, not expecting kids to read it.

Necessary note: The whole reform school!Dalton/bad boy!Blaine meme at first made me all lol the crack but actually, some of the fic is really good, and actually, given Blaine's character and situation, you don't need so many tweaks to get him there; a few different decisions, and some more bad luck. So I ended up writing this. It is an *enormous* structural mess, I am so not David Mitchell. Wish me luck for hauling the last two parts vaguely readable ^^;

Summary: He has - god, his grin is wolfish and wicked and somehow, in the bright darkness of his eyes, sweet

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Kurt is finally used to detention. At first he hadn't had any clue what he was supposed to do - just sit for an hour and a half? - or where it even was, and the hot furious shame of it had made his face dark and throat thick, sitting in a classroom after school hunched over his books while whatever cretins who'd got themselves stuck in there with him for the evening flicked spitballs and jerked his chair suddenly out from underneath him. The fact that he's now resigned doesn't mean that he actually enjoys it or anything. How does Puck put up with so much of this? By not turning up, clearly. It's not an option for Kurt. So, detention, in a thankfully empty classroom tonight, just him and a geography teacher pushing his glasses up his nose and taking another pull from his water bottle, blinking at his grading.

At least six weeks of detention are doing wonders for Kurt's grades. He's even acing math now. Nothing to do in here but pay attention . . .

The door to the classroom knocks open and Kurt looks up, a glance to check and then a second glance because it's a face he doesn't know. The teacher scowls, says, "You're late, Mr-" He checks the list on the desk. "-Anderson."

"First day. Got lost." He's a short, dark-haired guy, who looks right at Kurt - Kurt looks immediately down at his French homework again - and then scuffs into the room and thumps into the desk next to Kurt's, his bag dumped closer to Kurt's chair than his own. An entire empty classroom and he picks that seat. This cannot be good.

"Just take your books out and, and get on with your work, Mr Anderson."

"Relax. I know the drill."

"I'm sure you do," the teacher mumbles, and lifts his water bottle again, rubbing his eye underneath his glasses.

The new kid's foot thumpathumpathumpathumpas against his table leg and Kurt glances across, making sure to keep his eyes on that foot because eye contact is an invitation to aggression and he knows it. It is really seriously really irritating, though. He can start an argument, but people spending their evenings in detention are not people Kurt needs to join the massed ranks of his enemies; he puts his eyes firmly back on his book, and manages another sentence.

It is a really fucking irritating noise.

He chews his lip inwards, lets his breath out slowly through his nose, chants verb forms in his head. What is the verb for 'to disembowel irritating midget freshmen ADD-sufferers'? He writes slowly, speaking the words loudly in his head, concentrating on his handwriting.


Oh fuck everything.

Kurt flicks his glance icily across the desk at the boy - who's sitting back in his seat, one outstretched leg beating that rhythm out against the table leg, jaw propped on a hand, staring right at Kurt. His smile flicks alight as Kurt's eyes hit him, and Kurt's face freezes, he can feel the blood rising, he looks quickly back at his books again and hears soft laughter from the next desk. Great. Wonderful. Superbe.

He writes on the corner of the page, tears it out, folds it neatly and flicks it across the desks. The teacher doesn't look up, clears his throat, wipes his nose with a pull of two fingers, and Kurt carries on writing as the new boy opens his note and reads, I hope you get an RSI.

He gives a little amused snort. Kurt feels his ears burn, keeps his eyes on his book, but the rhythm has if anything speeded up. Kurt puts his pen down with an audible click, sits up and glares at him. And the new boy grins back. He has - god, his grin is wolfish and wicked and somehow, in the bright darkness of his eyes, sweet. And Kurt feels something catch in his throat, gulp and clog. He takes him in properly; the small perfect line of a scar on one cheek, plaited leather band around one tanned wrist, just enough product in his hair, just enough co-ordination between jacket and t-shirt and sneakers, black jeans that actually fit which most teenage boys seem to find impossible to source. Smiling at Kurt. Smiling, dangerous and amused, right at Kurt.

Kurt turns his head to look out of the window, very aware by now that he's crimson and breathing in quick fluttery useless breaths that don't get nearly deep enough in his lungs. What the hell, what the hell, what the hell. He's - is he? Kurt swallows. Is he . . . ?

Kurt's gaydar is underpractised, since the only person he can test it on is himself and yes he comes up glowingly gay every time, but obviously Sam was a red herring, and now there's short dark and gorgeous sitting there making Kurt's nerves ring. Probably, he thinks, and it sits bitter in his chest, probably he's just fucking with Kurt. He knows, of course he knows, everyone knows. Even on his first day all he had to do was spot Kurt walking down a corridor. So he knows, and he's fucking with Kurt, and Kurt really cannot cope with this on top of everything else. Detention on his own is a blessing, just some silence before he has to face the afterwards, it's not fair to intrude this on him here. Where the hell can he count as a safe space anymore?

There is a soft thump from the front of the classroom. They both look up; even the rhythm stops. The geography teacher is face-down on the desk, one hand still loosely curled around his water bottle.

Kurt's eyes widen. The rules of detention do not cover what you do if the teacher supervising drops dead before your time's done. But the boy sitting next to him - 'Mr Anderson' - scrapes his chair back and walks to the desk at the front, leans down to check his face, then sniffs the neck of the bottle in his hand. He laughs, slips it loose of his grip, picks up the lid and screws it back on as he strolls back to his desk, dropping the bottle into his bag. "Someone up there really likes me."

"Is he okay?"

"He's wasted. You want-?" He lifts the bottle again, its contents sloshing the sides, but Kurt raises a no thank you hand. The new boy shrugs, drops it back into his bag. "So, we are without supervision. What shall we do."

"I have homework."

"Everyone has homework," he says philosophically, and shrugs. "You aren't exactly the type I normally share this situation with." He leans against his desk, gripping it with relaxed hands, tilting his head to look at Kurt as Kurt looks away, and pretends not to mind, pretends not to be paying attention to every nuance of his quite lovely voice. "What're you in for? We can share crime stories and bond. I'll teach you how to make a shiv."

The laugh balls, sudden and huge, and only just remains buried in Kurt's chest. "How did you get detention on your first day?"

The new boy shrugs, a curious motion leaning back against the desk, letting the corner of Kurt's eye really appreciate the way his shoulders flex. "Apparently 'slushie' is a verb in this school."


"Not to me it isn't. Apparently I used excessive force in my self-defence." He lifts his hands, leaning back on his - well, on his ass against the desk now, and flicks quotation marks in the air. "'Impulse control issues'. I'm Blaine."

". . . Kurt." Clearly he doesn't know of Kurt, not yet, not to speak to him like this. Kurt might as well enjoy the one decent conversation he's likely to get with him. "Who tried to slushie you?"

Blaine shrugs. "Big guy? White? Letterman jacket? Tragic haircut?"

God, he is gay. Is he gay? Please be gay. "That doesn't narrow it down very much."

"He now walks hunched over if that narrows it down any more."

Kurt wants so badly to laugh, puts a hand over his mouth and coughs, delicately. Blaine's openly smirking now, pleased to be of amusement, stands up and strolls around Kurt's desk running a finger around the rim. "So, Kurt. What are you in for? Arson? Drug dealing? Excessive charm?"

Kurt's mouth freezes on open before he manages to re-engage his brain. Is he being flirted with? In detention, with a guy who got himself put here on his first day in a new school, with the teacher passed out drunk at the front of the classroom? He doesn't know anything about flirting, doesn't know if this is flirting or if he's being presumptuous or if he's being messed with or if he's even hearing Blaine right over all the blood filling his head up. "Um. I . . ."

Blaine's fingertips draw little swooping patterns on the desktop, and he leans a little lower to murmur, "Distracting the other boys?"

Kurt kicks his chair back, scraping some distance between the two of them, and Blaine lifts his head, a little surprised, mostly amused. "I," Kurt says, and swallows. "I - there was this - guy who'd been - harassing me. For a while. For. Well. Years. And." He shuffles his shoulders a little higher, and Blaine glances to the window, walks there to look out, hands clasped loosely behind his back as he listens. "And -"

He can't say why. That's why he's here, because he can't say why, can't risk actually saving himself. All he can do is cope.

"And it all got more intense and creepy and he - scared me, and, one day I was alone in the choir room and he came in and - and locked the door."

Kurt looks at the door now, and folds his arms around himself, as Blaine turns his back to the window and watches him.

"And I didn't know what he was going to do to me, so."

"So . . ."

"So. I broke a guitar over his head."

Blaine's laugh is - sudden and startled and makes something swoop in Kurt's stomach. "Not so much the little white mouse, then. They put you in detention for that?"

"Six weeks. On probation. Counselling. I am unpredictable and dangerous."

"Oh you look it." His mouth is twitching, and Kurt can hardly dare look at him. "Deadly. So, what did your meathead look like?"

Kurt licks his lips. "Big guy, white, letterman jacket, woeful haircut. Kind of chubby."

"I only ask because, there's a little pack of meets-the-description hanging out down there. Not all of them are white but they are all very big and letterman jacket-wearing and really, really badly groomed. And I didn't think it would be your friends waiting for you."

Kurt's eyes close, and he's glad he's sitting down so his legs can't go. "No," he whispers, very dry. Some nights his friends do wait for him. Some nights someone will remember to stop by after football practise or homework in the library to walk Kurt out, but they don't always. They have busy lives, and Kurt doesn't like to ask them to, and everyone sort of assumes that everyone else is doing it. So quite often it's just Kurt, walking alone through his unwelcoming committee to get to his car. It's better when they shout abuse after him. Some nights they're silent. Just silent. A big group of big silent football players spread into two across the exit, so Kurt has to walk through them, heart running so fast it feels like it might split, hands tight around the strap of his bag, walking as fast as he dares with his eyes straight forward and Karofsky there to his right looking right at him . . .

Blaine watches him for some time, then nods at the teacher and says, "He's gonna need some time to sleep it off. You want to get out of here?"

No. Not anymore. It's safe in here. They won't come in here. Kurt tightens his arms around himself, and lowers his head.

Blaine waits a little, then looks out of the window again. "I'll be your bodyguard for a minimal fee."

"My bodyguard." Kurt lifts his head. "I'm very sorry, but - how old are you?"

"Sixteen. Clearly I didn't drink enough milk as a child. But I actually wasn't joking about impulse control issues and making a shiv."

Same age as Kurt; Kurt's never met a guy shorter than he is before. Blaine just shrugs. "They never expect the little guy's capable of it. I hold my own."

Kurt says doubtfully, "What fee?"

And Blaine grins. Kurt's mouth twitches in automatic response; his grin is electric, it lights up like a Christmas tree coming on. "I want very badly to put my hands down your pants, Kurt."

Kurt's face goes numb; whatever expression he's wearing, he couldn't change it if he had the brainpower to want to. Blaine's grin tilts wicked. "I'd settle for some light groping. I get it, you need wooing. I'll bring you the heads of football players. I can be romantic."

Kurt closes his French book, packs his things away. "I'm fine." He feels physically sick. "I can take care of myself."

". . . hey." Blaine watches him pull his jacket on and pick up his satchel. "Sorry. Look, seriously, impulse control issues, I just - think things and say them in pretty much exactly the same second. I am not trying to be a tool, I just . . . you are really, really hot. I'm sorry if you don't swing that way. I didn't mean to sound - I don't know."

Kurt's satchel bangs into the desk as he turns back to him. "Of course I - of course I swing that way, why do you think they're waiting out there - I just -"

"I'm not your type?"

For fuck's sake the boy is gorgeous, he might as well have 'Kurt's type' tattooed around his ankle. "We have just had all of a third of a conversation and you're already - you're suggesting -"

Blaine looks up at him, curious and open with wondering eyes, and then his eyebrows lower a little; he has a lot of eyebrow to emote with. "You're not even taken, are you? You've just never - done anything. I just propositioned a virgin with something really filthy. Well, now I'm going to hell."

Kurt's chest heaves with humiliation. "Welcome to William McKinley, Blaine, the out and proud population of which just increased by a hundred percent. No, I've never done anything. Who the hell you think I'd find to-"

But he remembers Karofsky, and puts a hand over his mouth, flumps to sit on the edge of a desk. "Hey," Blaine says softly, and both their heads jerk to the snort at the front of the room, where the teacher's head tips to the side and he begins to snore. Kurt chokes out the anger and stands up with a scrape, strides for the door. Halfway down the corridor, walking as quick and hard as he can and blinking hard all the way, he hears another, "Hey!" and Blaine's footsteps catch him up, bag bouncing noisily over his shoulder. "Okay. How about this for a fee? You stop hating me, and I keep my hands to myself. How does that sound?"

"You'll make it worse." Kurt's throat is lumping with it all, with this boy who so doesn't get it. "If I just keep my head down and keep going they let me go. It's only when I - or someone else - draws attention to it -"

"I'm sorry, I thought you said you were out. Out and still holding that closet door up as a shield?"

Kurt stops himself stiffly and Blaine skids a little in stopping ahead of him. "It's fine for you. You can fight back, go ahead, go nuts, fight. What am I going to do? They'll break my arms and all I can do is scream at a pitch I hope hurts their ears, just - just leave me alone. I survived this far. I'll be fine."

". . . hey." Blaine touches his arm. Kurt starts back like he's been shocked. Blaine holds his hands up, weaponless and soothing. "I have impulse control issues and I'm very self-centred, and I think you're too pretty for a black eye. So I'm coming with you. You might as well start enjoying my glittering company already, because it's not going anywhere."

Kurt kneads his eyes with his knuckles. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm still sort of hoping the rescue complex will kick in soon and you will want to make out with me, actually. But I'd settle for a smile."

Kurt obliges, against his own will, with a little choke of disbelieving breath.


They lock the rest of the exits on a night, so the janitors only have this one to take care of when the school closes proper. So it's not like Kurt has a choice about which door he's coming out of, which they all know full well - Karofsky and the rest of them, Karofsky's friends, who don't know half of the truth or the real reason Kurt broke a guitar over his terrifying, hateful head. No-one knows. And no-one ever can know, or -

Kurt breathes evenly, as Blaine pushes the door open and steps out, and holds it calmly open for him. Kurt follows him, pale and straight-backed, and Blaine glances around at the gathering waiting for them, nods. "Evening, guys. Is this your pre-dogging gathering or are you out of other venues for the orgy?"

"Jesus," Kurt whispers, and he's too scared to move, he's planted to that top step like an oak tree. But Blaine puts an arm around his back, settling around his waist gentle and possessive in a way that pulls the blood immediately back to Kurt's face, and he murmurs, "Come on. Where's your ride?"

"My car - over -"

"You found a boyfriend, Hummel? Where'd you find someone blind enough to fuck you?"

"An' deaf," someone else sniggers, and Kurt rolls his eyes to the sky - god he wishes he had someone to pray to sometimes - and lets Blaine pull him down step by step to the tarmac, the strap of his satchel biting into his palm and closed fingers.

"An' short, they'll put you away for fucking twelve year olds, Hummel-"

"He'd like that, being someone's prison bitch, he dreams about it."

That was Karofsky's voice. But before Kurt can actually throw up with fear, Blaine says, "Hey, you're the guy who tried to empty his drink on my head! How're your balls, did your voice rebreak yet?"

He's not talking to Karofsky but to some other kid, blond and face purpling as he looks as Blaine, hands closing into fists at his sides. Kurt thinks, Impulse control issues. I knew he'd get me killed too.

Blaine's hands push gently at his back. "Hey. Run."

And then he shoves. Kurt stumbles a few steps forward, nearly scuffs a layer of leather off his boots, windmilling his arms to stay upright, and turns just in time to see Blaine spin to the guy coming up at his back, and trimly headbutt him in the nose.

There's blood, and a screech, and a curse, and the crowd of footballers dissolves onto Blaine who knees someone else in the nuts and elbows someone else in the cheek before Karofsky's grabbing hand gets his shoulder. Kurt doesn't think. Kurt clearly doesn't think. He skids on his heel and runs back, swinging his satchel off his shoulder, and it's a lovely little illustration of centrifugal force - unless it's centripetal force, Kurt's still catching up on physics - as it smashes Karofsky right in the eyes. He falls right over and takes two of his friends down with him, as Blaine kicks someone else hard in the knee. Kurt feels, mostly, disbelief.

Blaine's hand grabs his painfully hard. "Come on."

"My car-"


"Big black-"

They run, scrambling and stumbling, but only one guy - Azimio - is actually giving any real chase, the others are either still on the steps cradling various injuries or lurching after them with wrecked knees or huffing blood through a hand. "Fucking dead, Hummel-!" Azimio yells, and Kurt could be crying with fear but he isn't. He's just running, fumbling the car keys out of his jacket pocket, Blaine's hand letting go of his so they can skid to opposite doors.

Azimio aims for Blaine. He probably knows how easy it'll be to bring Kurt down without him. He body-slams him into the side of the car and Kurt hears the breath punch out of his lungs, can't possibly get around the side of the car fast enough to help as Azimio kneels to punch and comes back screaming, with a pen sticking out of his arm.

Kurt doesn't breathe for the next six seconds, as Blaine heaves himself up and into the car, bent in half over the dashboard coughing. "-up," he pants out, banging the dash. Kurt climbs, every limb numb and only half responsive, into the driver's seat, and turns the ignition on, and growls his engine a warning at the footballers skidding to halts in front of them. He only gives them one warning, pulling out in a tight turning his dad would never approve of, seatbelt not even fastened, scattering footballers as they go. Someone bangs on the side of the car with the flat of their fist but they're out, and free, and skid-bumping onto the street and away.

And none of that, none of that, can be undone.

Blaine slumps back in his seat, one arm around his sore stomach, and starts laughing, and Kurt can't take any of this back.


He kills the engine at the edge of the park, which is quiet and dark with trees at this time of night in the fall, and folds his arms over the steering wheel so he can lean into them and hide. His strange and beautiful and unpredictable passenger just sits there for some time with his hand over his chest, then leans down and picks his bag up. Kurt hears busy movement, blinks and lifts his head, and Blaine decants the clear contents of that teacher's 'water' bottle into half a bottle of Coke. He swirls it a bit, then offers it to Kurt.

Kurt waves it away with a hand, one arm still bent over the wheel. "They're going to murder me tomorrow."

"All the more reason for a drink," Blaine says, and takes a little gulp, wrinkles his face up. "God, it's not even good stuff. He's an irresponsible educator and a cheapskate. No, they might not, fifty-fifty, they might never touch you again after that. I always think that's a fair risk to play for."

"How dull your life would be without people to get into fights with, though." Kurt says sourly, and Blaine takes another pull of half-Coke half-vodka, says, "There's always the next school."

"We're halfway through the semester, why did you just start?"

Blaine shrugs. "Got kicked out. Again. Really nice school that time, my parents were so pissed. Fucking awful uniform," he muses. "You don't act like someone who makes a habit of braining boys but that's twice already, hm? There's a deviant in you, I'll get it out."

"Don't. I told you not to. I told you not to, they're going to - he'll -"

He puts a hand over his nose, because if he does start crying then he doesn't need Blaine to see him dripping with undignified snot. Blaine looks across at him, then screws the lid back onto the bottle and puts it in the cupholder. "What did he do to you?"

Kurt closes his eyes, buries his face further into his hand. Blaine says, "It takes a lot to make you break. What did he do?"

Kurt mumbles, "You don't know me."

"You just took on half a dozen football players armed with nothing but a very stylish satchel. There's more to you than meets the eye. Not that what meets the eye isn't entirely welcome, of course." Kurt breathes through his hand, slowly. "What did he do to you?"

Kurt shakes a little, and then it passes. He's trying to work out what he still has to lose. It turns out not much.

"He kissed me."

He's never said it out loud. It tastes bitter, and not quite real, and his shoulders hunch a little closer around him. He draws a quick shaky breath in, takes his hand away to speak. "In the locker room. He just - knocked me too far one day and I went in after him to yell at him and he kissed me. And I shoved him off and freaked out and - and ever since -"

"Fuck," Blaine says quietly, looking out the front windscreen. Kurt swallows.

"He told me he'd kill me if I told anyone. Since he'll kill me now anyway it doesn't seem to matter much." He closes his eyes, folds his arms around himself. "He follows me around the school. Everywhere I go I never know if he'll be there and - and in the choir room, I was so scared -"

"You think he'd assault you?"

Hearing the words said out loud makes something heavy sink through Kurt's stomach. He shakes his head away, looks out of the window, stares through the trees and remembers how he doesn't have any safe places anymore.

"I don't know. I don't know what he wanted. I was just scared. That time - I thought I would die I was so scared - I didn't even know I was doing it, I just needed him to stop. He was looking at me - he looked - I don't know what he looked like. I was terrified. He went for me, and I was terrified, and we knocked over a bunch of instruments when we went down, and I got my hand on the guitar, and."

"You did the right thing. Should've smashed his face in."

Kurt squeezes his arms more tightly around himself. "Mild concussion. And it doesn't matter that I was - crying so hard and so scared because when I got the door open that was what they saw. Him on the floor and the broken guitar and . . ."

"You told them what he did? Anyone?"

Kurt closes his eyes, and shakes his head just a little. He hears Blaine unscrewing the bottle again, and in a little pause before he takes a drink, "Why?"

"Because he'll kill me. I think he means it. And because it'll destroy both our lives. That's why he's so . . . he knows what it'll do to him if everyone finds out. So he has to make sure I don't tell, whatever the cost. And I won't tell, I won't but he can't trust me, he won't believe me, he just . . ."

He blinks his head up, and Blaine's offering him the bottle again. "I'm driving," he points out, but Blaine jigs it insistently, eyebrows raised. Kurt rolls his eyes, takes the bottle, takes a careful little sip. It hits the back of his throat like turpentine. "God-"

Blaine laughs, bright and barking, takes the bottle back and a gulp and puts it back in the cupholder. "First blood. You're stronger than you think."

Kurt puts a hand over his mouth and tries not to hack his lungs up into an undignified, messy pile on the steering wheel. "You don't know how close I am to coming to pieces, Blaine."

"But you won't. Not you. You're not the kind who breaks. And you have me now."

"And what are you going to do for me?" Kurt looks across at him, at the glitter in his eyes in the shadows. He makes something in Kurt come unsettled in ways he never lets himself come unsettled; it's not safe to come unsettled. "Encourage even more guys three times my size to want me dead?"

"Bodyguard," Blaine offers with a casual little shrug. "Friend." His eyes are so dark but for those little caught stars, like light off distant water. "There's more if you want it."

For a second, Kurt's so dazed that he thinks Blaine means that bottle of vile room temperature sugar and unfiltered alcohol, and he understands too quickly with a sharp startled breath. Blaine watches his face, dangerous, dangerous creature in too many ways.

"I've - never." Kurt says, very quietly, and his hands don't know what to do with each other on his lap. "I don't. Know. Anything."

"I don't want to sound like a complete whore or anything, but I can help you out there, you know." Blaine - leans, just enough to put a hand on Kurt's knee, which stiffens, and all the nerves ripple up alive. "You really want your only kiss in high school to be some dickwad closeted jock?"

He's leaning closer, now, slow and graceful as a hunting cat. Kurt can feel something shaking and it must be him, it can't be the entire world. He whispers, very dry, "I dated a cheerleader once."

Blaine - laughs, and Kurt feels it gust against his own mouth, and his eyes close. "I bet you did. Lucky bitch didn't deserve you."

Lips touching around his bottom lip make Kurt's entire body jerk but Blaine's twisted himself in, got an arm around Kurt's side, low around his waist to hold him there. "Fucking gorgeous." Blaine growls, and the kiss starts with a bite.

Clearly none of Kurt's kisses are ever going to be what he actually wants.

But after the teeth there's unexpected softness, two long kisses that maybe are what Kurt wants and the breath leaves him with a little noise as Blaine's tongue presses, slides sideways in. Kurt has no real idea what to do, the logistics of kissing had seemed so complicated with Brittany, but then he can taste Blaine wet and hot and he forgets all about logistics, his mouth just wants. His hands clutch and pull at Blaine's jacket and Blaine arches himself onto Kurt's seat, kneeling over him, tilting his head back with a hand at his throat; little bastard has managed to arrange them so he's taller. Kurt could laugh but then Blaine's other hand runs up his spine underneath his jacket like he's strumming a guitar and Kurt's body curves into his and his breath jolts in through his nose, Blaine's all warm and solid and hard and real and Kurt has a really painfully beautiful boy's tongue in his mouth and how the fuck did today turn into this?

Blaine's wide-kneed kneel slips lower. Kurt pulls at his jacket, making little noises with each breath now, he just wants to be inhaling him, he wants Blaine in under his skin tangled in with his veins. He wants, wants, slip of wet lips and teasing turn of Blaine's tongue to draw his out he wants, and Blaine's wide-kneeled sit slides itself fully down now, pressing an unmistakable bulge into Kurt's stomach.

He shoves back snorting the breath out of himself, heart hammering inside his ears, throat suddenly closed. Blaine whispers, "Hey," and draws his face up, kisses his mouth again but Kurt shoves him hard this time.

"Get - no. Get off me."

Blaine hangs back on his knees for a second, then climbs back onto his seat. "Sorry. I told you, impulse control issues. I want things, I do them." He lolls his head across, grinning. "I want you, I do you. It's really simple, in my head."

Kurt opens the car door, stumbles out onto the sidewalk, his legs heavy and only half responsive and sending him staggering into the railings. He leans against them, shakes a little, puts his hand over his mouth. God -

He can hear Blaine's door opening, but he doesn't look at him. "Women are right," he says, roughly. "Men are pigs."

Blaine's silent for a moment, then says, "I'm sorry. You're actually . . . I'm sorry. I didn't know you really weren't comfortable with it. I'm sorry. I know I'm a dick, but I swear I'm - I'm not that sort of dick. I'm not."

Kurt swallows. "You're not a dick. You just do dickish things. Hey! Here's a thought! Don't!"

After a pause Kurt breathes in hard, and does look across at him. Blaine's standing there awkwardly, hands in his pockets, scuffing a sneaker at the edge of a drain set in the sidewalk. Something in Kurt softens, folds. He looks like a little boy, and Kurt's always been sort of a pushover for cute kids.

"I know I do dickish things." Blaine says to the sidewalk. "I just, I end up in detention, first day, great start, and then you're there. And incredibly gorgeous. And setting my gaydar like, clanging. And it just felt like my birthday. I . . . sorry. I know you don't owe me anything just because I want it."

Kurt folds his arms around himself and breathes, slowly, checking that he actually is calm. "You're really not a dick," he says, softly. "How do you end up in so much trouble?"

"Because I lack impulse control. And foresight. And focus. And a lot of things, actually." Blaine kicks at the drain a few more times and then lifts his head. "If we're sharing, do you want to know why I really got kicked out of my last school?"

Kurt shrugs jaggedly. "You don't owe me anything either."

". . . I kind of feel like I do, now." Blaine runs a hand back through his hair, searches the darkening sky, all pleated grey clouds, for inspiration, for a starting point. "It was an alright school, actually. Because normally I'm pretty much on the defensive from day one, because someone will think they can bring it because of my height or my sexuality, and then things get out of hand. But they had this, this no harassment policy. Everything was eerily calm. I got into no fights. Kids actually seemed concerned about making friends with me, like - none of it mattered. Even wanted me to join in their goddamn glee club," with a snort, and Kurt looks down again, tightening his arms around himself. "Only there was this teacher, for literature, he totally got off on the naughty schoolboy thing, you could see him looking, it was just - well, hilarious, actually. Only getting in trouble is sort of what I do. And he 'escorted' me to the principal's office one time. And his hand got a little too low on my back. And I sort of punched him."

Kurt closes his eyes and doesn't unwrap his arms from around himself. He hears Blaine swallow, and shuffle.

"Apparently assaulting a staff member is a 'one strike and you're out' kind of thing. So, no more uniform, and no more no harassment policy either. Could've made that work, too, maybe."

Kurt looks at the sidewalk; flattened gum and fallen leaves. How come other people cope with these things? How come someone touches Blaine the wrong way and he hits them and shrugs about it, and Kurt - Kurt just feels dirtied and shrunken and like if he doesn't tell anyone he'll suffocate but thinking about saying it out loud makes him feel sick -

"So are we even? Can you at least try to trust me?" Blaine's hand touches his arm and Kurt starts, shudders back blinking at him. "Are you scared of me?"

"What? No." Kurt's surprised himself with how easily that comes out. "You haven't hurt me. Just - just them."

"I try to make a point of only hurting people who deserve it. I'll be nice to you. I like you."

Kurt rubs his arms a little, hunches himself smaller. "I need to get home. My dad'll notice I'm late."

"Okay. Here." Blaine lifts his arm, shakes his sleeve back, unlaces that braided band of leather. "Wrist." He takes Kurt's arm before he can move, trapping it against himself with an elbow while he ties the bracelet back on Kurt's wrist. Kurt does tug at first, but Blaine is freakishly strong for someone of his height and Kurt does not need visible bruises on his arm to try to explain away.

"What are you doing?"

"Marking you." Blaine's intent on his knot. "This is the civilised version of a wolf pissing up your leg. Mine now."

"I very much beg to differ with that." Arm released, Kurt slips a finger in underneath that leather band and tugs a little but it's tied tight, it's not coming off. "This is so not me. Why?"

Blaine shrugs. "It warns other males off. Collared, right?" He grins, and leans up, catches the back of Kurt's neck and pulls him down and off-balance into the kiss, a sudden searching too-much of a kiss and Kurt staggers when he's released. "Thanks for the fun evening. See you tomorrow, Kurt."

"What-" Blaine leans into the car, retrieves his bag. "What are you -" Kurt's mouth feels raw and oddly buzzing, like his lips have been stung. He can't even think what to say, and eventually comes out with a pathetic, "Don't you want a lift home?"

"I'll walk. See you in the morning!"


Kurt stares after his disappearing back as the streetlights flicker on, then lifts his hand, looks at the leather band tied tight around his wrist, tugs at it a little. It won't come off.

He will go home, get a knife, and rid himself of this ridiculous evening.

It smells of leather, and deeper, of still-warm sweat, of Blaine.


It's only when he's in his room, dropping his bag, automatically searching out his phone to check his texts that he realises that it's gone. He opens the satchel wider, stirs the contents, upends them on his bed; no phone. He clunks his head into a hand, groans. He dropped it, either before detention or while clobbering Karofsky with his bag, but either way the odds of it being handed in as lost property are slim: it'll be wiped and sold, or laughed over and smashed up, or very probably it's being used at this very moment to make prank calls to China.

His head is being cradled by the branded wrist, the collared wrist. He smells leather without even trying to, lifts his head and licks his lips, tries to think about other things. But when he thinks about other things he remembers that he whacked Karofsky in the head for the second time today, and at school tomorrow he'll be killed, literally, not figuratively, and fear folds his knees. He sits on the edge of his bed, grips the covers tight, and tries to focus on being here, in his last safe place, the only safe place in the entire world now is under his father's roof. Everywhere else -

He lifts his wrist and runs his fingertips around the plaiting of leather, and chews all the skin off his bottom lip.

He pushes it up his arm, tugs his cuff out over it during dinner. One-handed he can't open it, and he means to take a knife to it but somehow can't bring himself to. He showers with it on, and he can smell it all the way through his skincare routine, feel it brush his cheek when he combs his hair. In the mirror he looks himself over curiously, because he considers whether he looks bad or good all the time but he has never even thought about whether or not he looks 'hot', sexiness is for other people, Kurt basically thinks of himself as a walking clothes prop. Now he tries to work out what that other boy saw. He looks too young, still, he'll probably be carded until he's thirty for buying booze. His dad says he looks like his mom, which Kurt usually takes to mean he basically does look like a girl. He tilts his head, frowns up at himself. He sees a target. He sees someone who looks weak, someone the strong will keep on doing whatever they like to.

He raises his head, holds his eye, lets his breath out slowly. He sees someone still growing. He sees someone who doesn't fit in but wouldn't want to fit in here anyway. He sees someone with a future. He'll get out of this horseshit town and go somewhere else, somewhere amazing, and things will be better, different, better. If he survives school tomorrow.

He turns the lights off, and everything's easier in the dark. In bed he lays on his side, for some time trying to think about something frivolous, but what he keeps thinking about are amused brown eyes and just ridiculous eyebrows and his sudden grins, quick and dangerous as lightning, and how for some stupid reason he just trusted a stranger with almost every secret he has. He turns his cheek into his wrist, and leather brushes his skin.

He got his first kiss today, his real one, one he actually on some level wanted. He'd never really understood want before, never really wanted this before, but Blaine's mouth and his hard warm body -

Kurt closes his eyes, breathes slowly.

And his teeth on Kurt's lip and the hot shiver of his breath and his hand running up Kurt's back, thin fabric between skin and skin -

He turns his head, closes his teeth around the leather. His heart is running faster, he feels too hot under the covers; ashamed before he's even done it, he bites down, and his free hand slides underneath his pyjamas, his skin prickling like it's a stranger's touch. He doesn't do this much.

Leather tastes bitter. He thinks about Blaine's mouth, and tries not to moan out loud.

Part II

Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: Florence & The Machine: Drumming Song
jakia: personal mottojakia on August 16th, 2011 05:20 pm (UTC)
Damn son. I haven't been into the whole "bad boy!Blaine" craze, but damn. I think I have been converted. That was crazy, messed up, emotional, and hot.

I want more.
Rainjoy's writings: blaine goes buh?rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:18 pm (UTC)
I honestly at first was all 'lol the crack' and now, as always happens when I think something is cracky and dumb, I'm waist deep in it. Augh, anyway. But I'm glad you liked it ;) And thanks for reading, honey =)
glitzy09: blaine sunglassesglitzy09 on August 16th, 2011 05:44 pm (UTC)
Finding a new fic from you just made a rubbish work day a little brighter. I like that Blaine isn't a bad guy here, just a more impulsive and reckless version of the original character. It was also cool that you had some humour and lighter moments to stop it getting too dark - I literally choked laughing at this:

Kurt follows him, pale and straight-backed, and Blaine glances around at the gathering waiting for them, nods. "Evening, guys. Is this your pre-dogging gathering or are you out of other venues for the orgy?"


Can't wait to
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:19 pm (UTC)
Blaine *normally* has not so much of a filter between brain and mouth. Blaine with *no* brain/mouth filter is just like, oh my god. Epic fun to write though ;) So I'm really glad you enjoyed it, honey - nice comments made my rubbish day less rubbish too ^^ - thank you, and thanks for reading!
meggie87: Klainemeggie87 on August 16th, 2011 05:56 pm (UTC)
This. Is. So. Good.
I don't know why, but this ReformSchool!Dalton and BadBoy!Blaine made me crazy when I saw it on tumblr... usually I don't like this kind of stuff, but... well, yep, I was completely crazy about it.
And now YOU wrote about it. I can die happily.
Thank you <3 I can't wait for the next part *O*
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:20 pm (UTC)
It is ridiculously cracky good fun to write, I can so see why it went kind of viral ;) I'm glad you enjoyed it, honey - thanks for reading ^^
preciousmellowpreciousmellow on August 16th, 2011 07:52 pm (UTC)
Oh god I love this. Mmmmph
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:21 pm (UTC)
(Snap! ^^)

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading, honey =)
gypsy_foot_luvrgypsy_foot_luvr on August 16th, 2011 08:30 pm (UTC)
This is incredible. I legit got shivers.
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:21 pm (UTC)
Ah, they have that effect. *smiles goopily at boys* Thanks for reading it, honey, I'm glad you liked it ^^
elle: [glee] get your heart racingelanorelle on August 16th, 2011 09:28 pm (UTC)
Omg omg omg. I have not been too bothered about the badboy!Blaine thing either, but I think that is partly because I haven't found anything that's been particularly good (if you have anything that would disabuse me of this notion, please feel free to point me in the right direction!).

BUT THIS. This is going to be amazing. It already is amazing. Seriously, I'm so excited to read the rest of it. I can utterly believe your characterisation of Blaine, here, and I can't wait to see how the relationship progresses.

Thank you for making my evening less crappy with this popping up on my flist. ♥
Rainjoy's writings: blaine goes buh?rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:25 pm (UTC)
Unfortunately I am criminally irresponsible at bookmarking things? I use the weekly rec post on the Kurt/Blaine comm as if it was basically my own personal directory of fic to read because the fandom is too big and my internet connection too shitty for long trawls for fic ^^;

It is really surprisingly easy to knock Blaine sideways into being - well, trouble. It's very clearly only self-control, hope and a lingering puppyish innocence that make him a *good* boy anyway, pick away at those a bit and he's really easy to turn into Burt Hummel's worst nightmare =/

So, I'm glad if it did improve the evening honey, pretty boys make all things better <3 Thanks for reading!
Paula: kurt nyelectrictoes on August 16th, 2011 09:56 pm (UTC)
So. Much. Awesome.

Look forward to more :)
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:25 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed so far ^^ Thanks for reading!
jennacorinthjennacorinth on August 16th, 2011 09:57 pm (UTC)
Oooooh I'm loving this bad boy Blaine you've got going on! This fic rocks so far :D
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:25 pm (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it so far ^^ Thanks for reading, honey =)
fyithoughtsofyithoughtso on August 16th, 2011 10:07 pm (UTC)

seriously. you win all the things.
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:26 pm (UTC)
There is an epic wordspew of more, I got too involved =P I'm glad you enjoyed it so far ^^ And thanks for reading it, honey!
qevie on August 16th, 2011 10:25 pm (UTC)
Omg the sound I made when I read the summary was hardly human lol I have such a soft spot for badboy Blaine fics which is only really rivaled by the guilty pleasure of Harry potter AUs and with you being one of my favorite authors I know this is going to be amazing lol

Perhaps you should turn it into a 6 part series so that your brains fixation on 3s is maintained- no ulterior motives here....none whatsoever :P lol

I am so excited for part 2 so so fricking excited
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:28 pm (UTC)
Alas, six would not fool my brain, which could probably accept nine (because three lots of three is *fine*) but is soooo many kinds of twitchy over this. Finished writing part III last night and my brain was all, 'We're done now? There is more? How is there more? Three plus one? Part III and then . . . part III plus I . . . ?'

Fairy tales seriously fuck you up, Jesus.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, anyway ;) Thanks for reading, honey!
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excelsior65 on August 17th, 2011 12:22 am (UTC)
You are writing bad boy Blaine! When I saw this post I danced and hugged my phone! This is so amazing. The Kurt internal voice is perfection. The leather bracelet imagery is just -- no words. I can't wait for more -- but it will be worth it, however long it is!
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:29 pm (UTC)
He's surprisingly good at being bad ;) I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far honey, thanks for reading!
fenlingsfenlings on August 17th, 2011 12:26 am (UTC)
I really hate the badboy thing, but this is amazing. <3
Rainjoy's writings: blaine goes buh?rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:30 pm (UTC)
I don't mind it if it's done well, I just don't like seeing someone else wearing Blaine's name in a fic, it seems kind of pointless to me =/ But I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for reading ^^
you squint when you sing: glee - i wasn't expecting youoatmeal_cookie on August 17th, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)
OH. *_____* See, I personally haven't gotten into the badboy stuff because as far as I've seen, it was mostly about them having sex than it was about characterization - I don't think I've seen anyone make the effort to make badboy!Blaine make sense. BUT YOU. Of course you do, of course you take him and turn him sideways a little bit, that his reactions to his horrible experiences are expressed externally instead of drawn in and molded into something presentable to the outside world. I am just eating all of this up, and ugh, poor Kurt who doesn't know what to do with being wanted in a somewhat-crude but still completely honest way.

I adore you. And I hope the rest of your week goes better than today did. <3
Rainjoy's writings: blaine goes buh?rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:35 pm (UTC)
My problem with a lot of this cracky, cracky mess of fun people have started is that if you remove too many of the basic building blocks of Blaine's character . . . he basically stops being Blaine. And I am an *obsessive* otp kind of girl and I'm just like, who are you and why are you touching my puppy like that you are NOT RIGHT RARGH. So I'm trying really hard to make him still him? ^^;

Today is better than yesterday but oh tomorrow at work will suck, I kind of know I'll be half absent and writing this in my head anyway though =P I'm mostly just relieved that people have enjoyed this part because I was reaching the point of you have wasted 20,000 words of pointlessness, that's another 20,000 words of you not writing your novel, stupid girl. So I'm glad people have enjoyed it <3 Plus I don't think people my age actually should write novels yet so I'm happily sticking to the fic for now ;)

Thank you for reading! Hope your week is sunny too <3
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Beth RakelAdamPascalFan on August 17th, 2011 12:35 am (UTC)
All other bad boy!Blaine fics can now stop because you just topped them ALL. Just YES!!! to all of this! Blaine's impulse control!! Kurt being dangerous when pushed to that edge and his tendency to charge headfirst into danger when it concerns someone he cares about!

AND THAT KISS. AND THE BRACELET!!! I needs me a whole pack of cigarettes now.

Now i'm going to be uber itchy F5 fingers for the next part.
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:38 pm (UTC)
Nooo, they should continue, they amuse me too much <3 I mean, even if Kurt's reaction to it all isn't golden enough, there's Burt Hummel reaching for the head-breaking wrench behind every scene, hee.

I'm glad you enjoyed it so far, honey ^^ Thanks for reading!
Nini: glee: Kurt is greenniniblack on August 17th, 2011 01:43 am (UTC)
So I'll admit, I like badboy!Blaine because, well, who doesn't think bad boy's are hot? It's something about the leather jacket, and Blaine rocks that look... But now you've gone and added wonderful plot to it as well and made me just so curious about Blaine's past here.

I am selfishly glad that it's four parts long and wrecking havoc with your OCD because it means there's more of it.
Rainjoy's writings: blaine goes buh?rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:48 pm (UTC)
It all just *amuses* me, picturing Blaine being anything other than a lolling tail-thumping puppydog kind of boy. So yeah, this is a pot of crack I'm quite happily embroiled in ^^ I'm glad you liked it, honey - thanks for reading it, as always =)
Dorkier Than Thoumon_st on August 17th, 2011 02:45 am (UTC)
This is amazing. I mostly think bad boy!Blaine is a silly concept but oh, how you make it work. The image of Kurt getting back into the fight to defend Blaine by throwing a satchel at a footballer's head is just SO perfect and SO hilarious I almost wish they used it on the show, it certainly beats the Never Been Kissed push (although I did love that one too).

And those two final lines with the leather band and uh. yeah. Hm. <3
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:54 pm (UTC)
It's the crackiest pile of crack in the world, I know, but it just *amuses* me so ^^ Kurt's very sudden moments of, The line? It's way back there and you so just crossed it. also amuse the hell out of me, go Kurt! Not anything like as helpless as people like to think, my puppy has teeth <3

So I'm glad you liked it ^^ And thanks for reading, honey =)
diabla71588diabla71588 on August 17th, 2011 03:13 am (UTC)
i was also skeptical of the bad!blaine craze but then i read a few fics that were pretty good. and then this happened and it's *excellent.* it's so different than the other ones i've seen, b/c blaine here isn't truly *bad,* just impulsive and unfiltered, and we've seen glimpses of that side of him in canon (e.g. singing about sex toys to a boy he's gotten coffee w/twice). their dialogue was, as always, flawless- you have these characters' voices /down/. and this: "he has a lot of eyebrow to emote with." haha too true. but the bracelet! 'civilized marking,' indeed. i can't wait to read more.
Rainjoy's writings: blaine goes buh?rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 01:59 pm (UTC)
It's surprisingly easy to nudge Blaine into misbehaviour; his filters are already pretty unreliable, so, alter his background only a little and he pretty much stops having filters at all. Poor Kurt ^^;

So I'm glad you enjoyed it so far honey =) Thanks for reading, as always ^^
alter_alteregoalter_alterego on August 17th, 2011 03:39 am (UTC)
I haven't read Reform School! Blaine. Haven't really wanted to. I mean, I know it exists because the internet kind of exploded for a while, there, but it just didn't seem like it would be my cup of tea. Blaine? A badboy? Did not compute. I decided to give this a shot based on my past experiences with your fic.

And if I were your Bad Boy! Blaine with impulse control issues, I would totally be on this story in hot, heavy, and completely inappropriate way because DAMN I love it. Love it love it love it. Love that Blaine is cheeky and self-confident but still clearly principled. Love how easily you tweaked canon to make this work. Love that Kurt is terrified but still strong, and that Blaine can tell. Love that we got hot kisses in the first part.

Love with the heat of a million sons.

Yup. I'd be all OVER this fic. ;)

PS: Isn't the Drumming Song fabulous? Florence is as badass as our boys.

PPS: I'm woefully behind commenting on fic because of real life, but rest assured, I greedily devour everything you've put out there. :)

Edited at 2011-08-17 03:40 am (UTC)
Rainjoy's writings: blaine goes buh?rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 02:04 pm (UTC)
I think I must've missed the beginning of the craze during my mid-season exile, because there must have been a fic that kicked it off, but it's just sort of everywhere I look now. I've bumped canon around a bit to get here but it's surprising how much of it can stay exactly the same; weird to think, Blaine, that you're maybe two bad decisions and a slippery slope between puppydog and, ah, 'civilised wolf' ^^;

And oh my god Drumming Song is so the soundtrack to this fic, cannot get it or this out of my head. The sense of helplessly being pulled *under*; oh Florence ATM, I love you so, even if Girl With One Eye creeps the living *shit* out of my as I'm sure it's supposed to do.

So, I'm glad you liked it honey ^^ Don't worry about comments, so long as you enjoy the fic - and I hope it's fun-busy RL and not sucky RL occupying you. And thanks for reading, all of it =)
Rachel: Odd one outkokamo on August 17th, 2011 07:23 am (UTC)
You're writing bad boy!Blaine!! Oh, this is just delightful, I love what you're done so far, and I am so looking forward to more. <3
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 17th, 2011 02:05 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it so far honey ^^ Thanks for reading!
Erin: *starsesyria on August 17th, 2011 07:08 pm (UTC)
=D There's nothing better to wake up to in the morning than a new story by you!! Apparently I was a day late, though!

I'm also one of the people who wasn't so into the badboy!Blaine meme, nor its reverse badboy!Kurt one, which some liked to write instead. Because both of them are so innocent and sweet in their own ways, so it really did seem like you'd have to erase fundamental parts of their characters to get them to turn into the sorts of delinquents some authors were writing about.

But you have always been so loving about these characters, and so careful and true-to-canon in how you handle their characterizations, and that was no different here than all your other wonderful stories. Your Blaine comes off not as an imposter in his body but as a believable outcome if there were some differences to his backstory, and a pointed lack of his self-control.

Instead of feeling thrown out of the story, I found myself being captivated and entertained. I love your Kurt, as always, how fragile he is and yet so strong, too. How he's terrified but refuses to be broken, how he wants to cry but won't give his tormentors the satisfaction. I love him so much. *hugs Kurt tight*

I also love how he isn't instantly just swooning over Blaine and doing whatever he wants. How's he still uncomfortable, and unsure, and confused, although the attraction is defintely there. Even better, I love that Blaine acknowledges his uncertainty and respects it, and is willing to back off. How he genuinely really likes him and wants to look out for him and be friends, but doesn't know how to express it without being impulsive and crude. It creates a great dynamic and I'm looking forward to seeing it explored more.

So, yeah, I loved it and I'm excited for more! You're amazing. <3

And I'm sorry to hear about your awful day, I hope the rest of the week looks up for you. Hopefully all the plot bunnies of these pretty, wonderful boys cheers you up some, as does the adoration of all your regular commentors, because we love you and we are definitely fans! =)
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 18th, 2011 05:33 pm (UTC)
I have not come across badboy!Kurt stuff but the very concept of it is making me clamp my mouth so damn hard not to lol actually all over the place oh my *god*.

Oh my *god*.

Okay. So, I'm glad you liked the fic, obviously ^^ This Blaine is being a pain the more of this I write because he's just all *defenses* and Kurt and I are kicking at them really damn hard but he's really attached to them, but we will get there ;) And Kurt is still in every universe the Bravest Little Puppy, bless him <3

I have no idea what the rest of my week will entail, but I'm basically looking forward to my evenings and time spent working with this thing right now, god my life is so full and interesting ;P But the boys do cheer me up a *lot* and nice comments are always lovely, so thank you honey, and thanks for reading too ^^
they can't touch us, or what we have: Glee - Kurt in a daze post-kissfraught on August 17th, 2011 07:55 pm (UTC)
So I read this before I went to work this morning and bits of it actually kept popping up in my head while I was definitely supposed to be doing other things, things that my boss pays me for ;), and then I came home and read it again, so I just need to tell you that I really, really enjoyed this and that I am very, very glad there's more because OMG. (Holy run-on sentence; I apologize!)

I was sort of side-eying the whole badboy!Blaine craze a while ago and I read some of the stories posted, but mostly I thought that that just wasn't Blaine, and I couldn't really get into it. But I am intrigued by your version of badboy!Blaine; this one is just a step away from canon and I like where you've taken him so far.

And I love your Kurt. Scared, lonely Kurt. He breaks my heart sometimes :(

Looking forward to the rest!
Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 18th, 2011 05:37 pm (UTC)
I am the queen of run-on sentences, I will never judge ;) But I'm really glad you liked it! It remains quite weird writing Blaine like this but also ridiculously *fun*, which is possibly why the damn story just keeps growing on me. Oh god I hope it doesn't become a whole split universe, I'll never escape ;_;

*huggles Kurt* He'll be fine, my job in life is making things fine for him <3 I'm glad you liked it, honey, and thanks for reading it - I'll try to deliver the rest as quick as possible ^^
rhovanionrh0vanion on August 17th, 2011 11:31 pm (UTC)
This is a.m.a.z.i.n.g
god I can't wait for more
so so so freaking well done and I love your personification of Blaine
Rainjoy's writings: stripy!rainjoyswriting on August 18th, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)
I'm really glad you liked it ^^ Thanks for reading so far honey, will try to update quick <3
nittyismynamenittyismyname on August 18th, 2011 05:19 am (UTC)
Yes! This is awesome. I love this Blaine! He's still our Blaine...just a little rough around the edges.

One of the things that usually turns me off of these badboy Blaine fics: Blaine's usually so ooc and dickish, that it feels almost cruel to want Kurt to be with someone like that.

But YES, I want Kurt to end up with this troubled, little boy, no filter, badboy Blaine. I want it SO bad! ;D
Rainjoy's writings: blaine goes buh?rainjoyswriting on August 18th, 2011 05:39 pm (UTC)
I know he's Burt Hummel's worst nightmare, but there is something a bit compulsive about writing Blaine with actually *no* filters instead of his canon faulty filters. Bless him ^^;

So I'm glad you liked it honey, and thanks for reading it - thanks ^^
Krisztinatheromanticnerd on August 18th, 2011 10:12 am (UTC)
Okay, I first read this yesterday morning - almost got late, but of course I was all nah-I'll-just-read-the-first-few-paragraphs. Well, DUH, dumbass, you can't do that with this fic. Nuh-uh.

So, I read it yesterday morning, then almost got late after getting into the bathtub full of mostly cold water, because I couldn't get in in time.

Then I read it in the evening again, and while I felt less like the whole thing was happening to me, I kind of understood more. Now, having read it for the third time, the following morning, I'm just turned on as hell :DDD

Usually I have a thing against fics based on trends. I read them, because I wouldn't miss an awesome fic for a stupid ass reason as that, but in my previous (Naruto) fandom, the fans just went really immature crazy lame with the clichés (high school fics, college fics, dorm-sharing fics etc).

But holy hell, you are doing wanders for this meme-trendy-badboy!Blaine thing. So far I have had the pleasure of reading good badboy!Blaine fics, sure, but this one completely blew me off my bonkers. I'm literally sitting here and staring at the screen and just going on in a mantra "New chapter, new chapter, new chapter..."

Yeah, and now I'm creepy as hell. Would it help if I told you that I have just gotten up from bed? :D

I can't wait to find out what happened to Kurt's phone (my first thought was Blaine took it, but then Kurt wouldn't want to make out with a thief, would he. Heh heh). The other thing I am absolutely twitching about is Kurt's friends, the New Directions. They have mostly neglected him, as far as I can tell - I mean, their friend breaks a guitar over somebody's head out of fear, and they "have their own lives and assume everybody else is doing it" guard Kurt? I mean, WTF is wrong with these people? All of them staying there, hanging out until Kurt comes out would be the right thing to do, dammit. Sure, if someone has to leave (Sam has to work 'cause he's homeless or Brittany and Santana have Cheerios practice or whatever) then they can, but Finn and Puck and Sam and Mike and Artie, they are on the football team with the other meatheads. If the meatheads have time to be there, so. do. Kurt's. friends.

So, yeah, after that casual comment, I can't wait to see what's up with these people.

And one last thing. I have been listening to Florence and the Machine practically nonstop for the last 24 hours. Thanks for listening to it while posting! I have no idea how I have missed this band/singer, they are amazing!!!!!

OH GOD I AM GOING CRAZY AND LEAVING THE MOST EMBARRASSING REVIEW COMMENT THING IN MY LIFE. But to hell with it. You deserve all this crazy (that I hope makes you laugh or at least smile :D) so early in the morning for having written this.

Rainjoy's writings: <3rainjoyswriting on August 18th, 2011 05:46 pm (UTC)
Hee ^^

So, obviously, I'm really glad you liked it! I usually do get sucked into awful spirals of cliche!fic, I always think that I see where the point of it is so I will try it! And then end up writing like, ten million words of mpreg and wondering what is wrong with myself. Though actually I don't disown my mpreg universe, it's a useful way to discuss feminism ^^;

I remember around Furt when things were getting super-creepy with Karofsky and everyone seemed to either not notice or not get it, I just . . . I sort of see why, because teenagers are very self-involved, and Kurt is very unlikely to *ask* for help however much he needs it. But I still spent a couple of very angry weeks thinking about it, rar. But it's okay because now Kurt has a slightly too uninhibited Blaine to watch his back so what can *possibly* go wrong? ^^

And Florence and the Machine oh my *god* that woman is amazing. I don't think I've managed one day in the last week without listening to Drumming Song and not just because it's my soundtrack for this fic, but just because it *burrows in there* so hard. She's so awesome, I buy about four CDs a year and she was one of my *so* worth it purchases <3 (Bought the same day as the Warblers Glee soundtrack, actually ^^;)

So, long reply! But I am really glad you liked it, and hope you're back on schedule now ;) It did make me smile, thank you very much. And thank you for reading as well as being so sweet about it honey, thanks =)
(no subject) - theromanticnerd on August 18th, 2011 07:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
chibitalia_chan on August 18th, 2011 10:32 am (UTC)
Oh wow, this is a gorgeous fic. I haven't read very many Badboy!Blaine fics but I am loving your characterizations here. One thing I have to add though is that you seem to be exaggerating Blaine's shortness. You can loosen up a little on that. He's actually of average height.
Rainjoy's writings: blaine goes buh?rainjoyswriting on August 18th, 2011 05:47 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it honey ^^ But - He's actually of average height. - I, um, lol'd *quite* hard, that totally was a joke, right?

Thanks for reading ;)
(no subject) - chibitalia_chan on August 19th, 2011 12:40 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - rainjoyswriting on August 19th, 2011 05:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - chibitalia_chan on August 19th, 2011 07:09 am (UTC) (Expand)