The red sign was prominent against the side of the white building. Kurt ran a hand through his pink streaked hair, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit one, taking a drag and leaning against the wall right below the sign. Clumps of kids walked past him, eyeing him wearily. One particularly nerdy looking kid stopped and stared right at Kurt. He had curly hair that was tamped down with a light sheen of gel. He was short, dressed in cuffed pants, suspenders and a bowtie. His honey colored eyes were hidden behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses.
"What are you looking at, short-stack?" Kurt jerked his head at the kid, raising an eyebrow in question.
"N-no smoking," the boy stuttered, but regained composure a few seconds later, "you aren't supposed to smoke here. If you don't put it out, I'm going to have to escort you to the principal's office." He proclaimed with more confidence.
"Oh yea? And who're you to do so?" Kurt sneered.
"Student adviser and hall monitor, Blaine Anderson." He piped proudly.
"Well, Blaine Anderson, I'd like to see your scrawny ass try." Kurt challenged, taking a step closer to Blaine and blowing a puff of smoke in his face. Blaine waved it away, letting out a small cough.
"What?" Blaine asked in disbelief, nobody had questioned his authority before. But that was probably because he hadn't had to exercise it much.
"I said, I'd like to see you try."
Blaine's eyes were wide and confused. He didn't know what to do in a situation like this. He certainly wasn't going to start a fight, that could get them both in trouble. Grabbing the other boy's arm and dragging him there was an idea, but Kurt had height and meanness that Blaine didn't possess. Talking it out was better, but reporting it to the principal without Kurt's presence was even more appealing. He looked smugly at Kurt, turning on his heel.
Kurt grabbed his upper arm firmly, turning Blaine around to look him in the eye. Blaine tried to shrink away, but Kurt kept him nose-to-nose. "Don't you dare." Kurt hissed, gritting his teeth. "If I get one more offense I'm getting suspended. Now, I don't need to go home to my dad and tell him that, you hear?" Kurt's eyes went soft at the mention of his father, but hardened again barely moments later. Blaine swallowed hard, nodding and trying to get Kurt to let his arm go.
Kurt blinked at how hard his hand was digging into Blaine's arm, and let go quickly. "Sorry," he muttered, then looked up, "take this will ya?" he ordered more than asked, lifting up Blaine's arm and placing his lit cigarette between two of his fingers, making it look as though Blaine was smoking it. The vice principal waltzed past, pausing and turning to look in their direction.
"Mr. Anderson!? What in the--detention!" the stocky man sputtered in astonishment.
Kurt stood back and smirked. Blaine looked crestfallen and terrified, and turned on Kurt, red in the face. Before Blaine could get out a word, Kurt plucked the cigarette from his fingers, laughing. "See you in detention, short-stack." Kurt called over his shoulder as he waltzed away, flicking ashes from his cigarette.