Blaine Anderson was the type of guy who could have everything and anything he wanted. And he knew it. He had deep hazel brown eyes that were framed by a forest of lush black lashes, black curly hair that could never be tamed, and a smile that could easily melt a heart of stone with help of his full plump pink rose lips. He always wore the tightest jeans and he would never he been seen without his black leather jacket with sliver studs running along the collar and sleeves, he was either loved or feared by everyone.

So he had the shock of his life when he met Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel was tall, thin and to be quiet frank damn right beautiful. He had deep burgundy-brown hair with flicks of lighter red running through it; he had blue eyes with a hint of green that seemed to change on how green or blue they were depending on his mood. Eyes are said to be the gate way to the soul after all. His skin was milk white porcelain without a spot or blemish that would make every teenage girl jealous. He was so elegant that he looked like he floated instead of walked and he was just completely flawless in everyway. He wore jeans so tight they looked like he had to paint them on every morning and his outfits were so extravagant that Blaine was pretty sure he could pick him out of a crowd of a million people.

As soon as Blaine's tempting dark chocolate eyes lay on Kurt he knew that he wanted him. But Kurt and Blaine's personalities were completely different. Kurt was kind, caring, and smart and even though he could be bitchy at times he was mostly well behaved. He wasn't afraid to speak his mind, but usually thought about what he would say before it came out of his mouth and the consequences. He was always thinking of other people, so much in fact that it annoyed his friends sometimes that he never put himself first.

Blaine on the other hand was boastful, arrogant, always put himself and his needs before everyone else's. He was always calling trouble in classes, not caring what anyone thought of him including the teachers. The only thing that he cared about was getting what he wanted, and he never gave up on that goal until he got that new pair of trainers, or shagged that new transfer student in the janitor's closet. He had probably slept with every gay guy in the school, there used to be none out of the closet but as soon as Blaine became so confident and poplar they had the courage to come out to the world. He'd even claimed to have slept with some of the straight guys even though they denied it within an inch of there life's. And a few girls for 'experimental purposes' as he called it. Basically he owned McKinley high school.

Blaine was strutting down the corridor of the school when he first met Kurt, as usual the crowds in the way parted for him, conversation stopped and all eyes were on him. He was wearing dark black sun glasses and he has his prize possession black leather jacket slung loosely over his shoulder and he has his best charming smile on his face. The every first part of Kurt he saw was his ass; Kurt's face was hidden by his open locker. His jeans were so tight that it was pretty hard to miss.

As Blaine walked past his smacked Kurt's ass lightly with his palm still having no idea who he was. Next thing he knew he was pressed up against the grey manky lockers that were on either side of the corridor with his arms pinned above his head in a firm grip, a huge gasp surrounding Blaine from all sides with the crowd watching him. There was a tall figure looming over Blaine and he felt an expression of shock cross his face.

He looked up to see who the hell would have the never to touch him and felt his heart start thumping unevenly in his chest as he saw two amazing blue eyes looking down at him. They had a look of disgust in them as though Blaine was something gross on the bottom of the person's shoe. And it was at that moment he knew this boy was a challenge. And Blaine loved a challenge.

"Don't. Touch. Me." The boy spat at Blaine shoving him harder against the lockers.

"Nice too meet you too," Blaine said with a smirk, trying to get back a bit of dignity.

"Wish I could say that same, unfortunately it was horrible to meet you," he hissed, "Stay away from me ass hole," he finshed dropping Blaine's hands.

"How can you ask a guy that when you have an ass like that baby?" Blaine asked grinning Kurt his best charming smile.

"Don't call me baby," the boy said wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"What's your name then baby?" Blaine asked as the boy walked away.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt called back looking over his shoulder at Blaine.

"Blaine Anderson," Blaine called back with a smirk.

Kurt held up his hand in a gesture to tell Blaine he'd heard him before disappearing around the corner.

Blaine stepped away from the locker and ran his hands through his wild tangle of black curls. He liked that Kurt guy, no-one had ever stood up to him like that and well…it was hot. Really hot.

"What are you looking at?" Blaine hissed at the crowd shrugging on his jacket and taking of his sun glasses before slipping them in his jacket pocket. The pathway once again clear for him as he walked again, his hips swinging in his usual dominate strut.

What the hell was that? Kurt asked himself as he walked outside into the cold winter air hoping that it would clear his very fogged up head. He never last his tempter…okay that was a lie. But he'd never physically lashed out at someone that. There was just something about that Blaine guy that made his blood boil and his heart beat a little faster. Who the hell does he think he is? Strutting around like he freaking owned the place! With his…stupid curly hair and brown eyes, and with that stupid smile that made Kurt go weak at the knees (and he really hated himself for that).

Kurt couldn't deny that he was good looking, and maybe if he wasn't such a jerk Kurt might start developing a crush on him. But Blaine Anderson was everything Kurt despised; and so there was no way that Kurt was going to go anywhere near him.

Kurt raked his fingers through his soft hair; he didn't like this new town. He'd just moved, only three towns over. But he'd left all his friends…but then again he's also left his enemies there too. Those idiots who didn't understand that just because he's gay doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings.

The bell rang for the beginning of next class, his was Spanish and he was pretty sure it was on the other side of the school. He was proud of himself for not getting lost on the first day at his new school. Granted that this school was a lot smaller then his last.

He was still grumbling to himself as he entered the Spanish classroom, he sat at the back trying not to draw more attention to himself then was needed. He decided that, as much as he was like to deny it, he was slightly jealous of Blaine. He didn't understand how someone who was gay could be so poplar! When he first heard about Blaine when he moved to this school he was sure it must be a myth, but he was one hundred percent real and also one hundred messed up.

The class slowly began to fill up; Kurt sat at the back twirling his pen around his fingers and the seat next to him (to his relief) remained empty. And finally a youngish teacher with brown sandy hair and blue eyes ran into the classroom breathing heavily. He was wearing blue jeans, a white shirt with a brown vest over the top.

"Sorry I'm late guys," he said standing at the front of the class, "Right, lets see who's here," he continued picking up a clipboard with what Kurt guessed was a list of the student's names in the class. Great now for the whole 'Come up and introduce yourself to that class. Come on they won't bite' routine. Well you know what? Kurt begged to differ .He sunk lower in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest as the teacher started to call out names.

"Abby?" he asked leaning against his desk.

"Here," said a short blond girl with sandy blonde hair that was down to her waist.

"Andy?" he asked his voice sounding bored.

"Here," said a tall brown haired boy that all the girls were smiling at.

"Blaine?" he asked and Kurt's heart went into over drive, Blaine was in his class? Shit! He scanned the room for a mop of black curly hair but found none, "Blaine…?" the teacher asked again, "Blaine Anderson."

"Here," said a gruff voice coming from the front of the classroom. Kurt looked up and saw Blaine Anderson leaning in the door way, black shades on, lather jacket over his shoulder and a disgusting cigarette dangling from his lip.

A/n: Heyya, thank you so much for reading. I probably won't update until after Christmas now but that's only a few days away. Please add to your alerts! A review would be the best Christmas present ever for me. Thank you again X