Don't Tap the T-Rex
Kurt/Blaine, side Quinn/Rachel, badboy!Kurt AU
PG-13, ~500 words
contains moderate language
Follow-up to "Of Outdoor Staircases and First Encounters." Based off of this graphic from tumblr. I think I have a knack for writing badboy!Kurt fics based off of graphics that I think resemble badboy!Kurt.
Kurt had decided that it was a ladies’ day in for lunch, but his mind was still on that adorable, lost-looking, puppy-ish new kid in that face-palm worthy bow-tie (because who in their right mind would wear something that dorky on their first day?) that he ran into on the stairwell.
He really hoped that his gaydar was on that time. Or else he would’ve seemed extremely predatory.
And speak of the devil, Blaine Anderson was being dragged through the cafeteria by that one really loud, short, opinionated girl from his A.P. Government class whose last name was some sort of fruit. But thank god Anderson ditched the bow ties and sweater vests today.
Kurt could really get used to the olive green polo Blaine was wearing, especially with those first two buttons open with that extremely nice view of his arms and neck and holy crap those veins-
“Looks like a somebody and a somebody has the hots for the new kid.”
Kurt gave Mercedes a cold glare, but it didn’t phase her at all. “I wasn’t staring at the new kid,” mumbled Quinn as she twirled her fork around in her salad.
“Of course you weren’t,” scoffed Santana, “You were totally checking out Berry’s boobs in that dress. I mean, god Mercedes, did you leave your gaydar at home or-”
“I’m not gay for Rachel Berry, of all people, Santana.”
“All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t blame you. I’d rather have you hook up with hobbit instead of that T-Rex. It’s pretty obvious he’s all Hummel’s.”
“Finn is my brother, Santana.”
“Everyone is gay and fucking everybody according to Santana,” said Quinn, “Now spill about the new boy.”
“I don’t even know if he’s gay or not,” said Kurt, “But when I ran into him on the stairwell, I may have been a little…er…predatory.”
“Did he look turned on?” asked Santana.
“Wha-how am I supposed to know? I probably freaked out a straight guy,” said Kurt.
“Well, he’s staring at you right now,” said Mercedes.
“And he looks pretty turned on,” said Quinn.
Blaine was sitting at a table with Rachel and a couple other kids, who were in that Glee club, and surely enough, he was staring at Kurt. He smiled gave Kurt a huge wave-What a fucking puppy, thought Kurt-and Kurt gave him a cool smile and a small wave back. Then, Rachel snapped at Blaine and started talking to him animatedly-probably filling him in on the details of Kurt’s bad boy reputation.
“At least you can stop fucking the T-Rex,” said Santana.