a/n: So this is my badboy!blaine fic that I've published on my tumblr. I thought I might post it here as well -le shrug-. The title is taken from the song Made by Jamie Scott which is also featured in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything associated with it or the song used in this chapter.

Happy Reading! xx P

Clutching his new notebook to his chest as if it might slow his breathing which was admittedly at an intense rate, Kurt Hummel stalked down the hallowed halls of Dalton Reformatory Academy with as much confidence as he could manage. He had to confess that this was not what he had expected.

Of course he didn't really have a whole lot to go by. In his seventeen years of life, Kurt had been a pretty good boy. He never broke curfew, he didn't smoke or drink or do drugs. He had nice, normal friends.

And yet… he was here.

He didn't mean for it to happen. It wasn't his fault really. I mean, if you had been pushed against locker day after day on end, thrown into dumpsters, had icy drinks thrown in your face and had people throw homophobic slurs at your face while people watched, stood by, did nothing but laugh… well you probably would have snapped too.

He hadn't gone to school with the intention of throwing Karofsky down a flight of stairs… and the fact that he was in a coma… Kurt really thought that he would rather face the coma rather than another day of bullying.

But so far he was having a much more pleasant experience then he would usually experience on his walk down the halls. No one had so much as glared at him, let alone abused him…

And this was supposed to be the school for delinquents.

"Hey, new kid."

Kurt was jolted out of his thoughts by a touch on his shoulder. He recoiled instantly and jumped half a mile. The good looking boy just laughed, but not unkindly.

"You're a jumper?" he said, his voice full of, if Kurt was not mistaken, sympathy. Kurt managed a nod. "Well you looked lost…"

"It's my first day," Kurt explained hesitantly, unsure of whether or not he was about to be beaten up.

"Welcome to Dalton," the boy grinned. "Or should I say Hell."

Kurt shivered.

"I'm Jeff, by the way," Jeff said, grinning at Kurt's reaction. "You might want to hurry up or you'll miss the show."

"The show?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, trying to quell the butterflies in his stomach. Were they going to beat up some kid in front of the whole school or something?

"The Warblers," Jeff said by way of explanation.

"The Warblers?" Kurt questioned, raising his other eyebrow.

"You'll see…"

As Jeff took off in the same directiom of all the other students, Kurt shrugged and jogged after him. He may as well see what this show was…

Jeff led him out to the front of the school in the carpark. All the kids had arranged a ring around a group of boys who were… dancing.

They were interrupted however by the sound of a roaring engine. All the boys cheered excitedly. Their lead singer had arrived…

Ragged raven curls, smoky hazel eyes, intense saucy smirk, skin tight black jeans, ripped leather jacket, black silk tee and a motorbike.

Well, fuck if Kurt had never seen a kid like this before.

The handsome, yet dangerous looking boy hopped off his motorbike and jogged to the center of the ring, high fiving people as he rang.

And then he began to sing.

I've got this girl

and she's the only thing that can drive me insane

I've got this girl

and she's the closest thing to fortune and fame

And it's a crime to admit

that she is ten times legit

My friend she's hotter than shh…

The sun is shining on me!

His voice…. As if he weren't attractive enough. His voice practically oozed appeal, his smooth tenor caressing the lyrics with just the right amount of passion mixed with talent. Kurt felt his heart race and it no longer had anything to do with fear…

Of the school, anyway.

Anybody got a something so fine,

And the time's she's on my lips, Ohh—

Anyone that knows the woman's a dime,

Come and sing it with the rich, Whooo—

Suddenly, the boy's smoldering hazel eyes flickered up and caught Kurt's glasz eyes. Kurt's breath caught as they flickered with an emotion entirely unfamiliar to Kurt…

Was it… want?

Made in the sun baby

Made in the sun sugar

Made in the sun honey

As the song came to a close, the students of Dalton erupted into enthusiastic cheers and applause. So these guys were… popular.

That was strange, well, to Kurt anyway. At his old school, the only music group they had was the Glee Club and they were miserably unpopular. Which is part of the reason he was bullied so hard… the other? He was gay.

The bell rang soon after the performance ended so Kurt made his way inside, tugging on his Dalton Blazer nervously. He felt so weird in a uniform… so confined. He missed his clothes already and it was his only his first day.

But as he slipped into his seat in his Period 1 Italian class and spotted Blaine sauntering in, he couldn't help but think that maybe his first day was about to get a bit more interesting.

Especially when Blaine sat in the seat in front of him and turned in his chair with an irresistible smirk to whisper:

"Ehi ci splendida."

Kurt had never taken Italian in his life (hey had been told it was just like French and that he should cotton on quickly…) so he didn't udnerstand a single word Blaine said.

But that didn't stop him from getting goosebumps all over and turning redder than his Dalton crest.

"Sono Blaine."

Kurt smiled, catching the name. Blaine… it suited him.

"Kurt."