Drabble: You Know I'm Bad
Based on this lovely picture:
Blaine searched his pockets in frustration for his cigarettes, his hand finally settling on the front pocket of his leather jacket. He pulled out the box, flicking it open only to find it empty. He groaned, banging the back of his head into the wall behind him with a dull thud.
“Shit.”
“What’s got your panties in a twist, Anderson?”
Blaine looked over at Santana with a scowl. She was wearing her own leather jacket to school again, over her Cheerios uniform. Coach Sylvester would probably rip her a new one about breaking Cheerios dress code, but then, that never stopped her.
“You wish it was you, Lopez,” bit back Blaine.
“You and I both know that’s a lie,” scoffed Santana. “I wouldn’t touch you on my lowest day.”
“Well same goes for me.”
What if...?
Badboy!Kurt and Badboy!Blaine were in gangs, like, either together or rival gangs, and they’re all violent and shit and beat people up and they clash real hard at first but then they realise that ‘fuck, he’s fucking sexy’ and then they have super kinky sex and they’re all rough and there’s blood and bruises but god it was fucking worth it…
