Blaine rested his pen down on his desk as he sighed. That was the fourth detention slip he had written that week, and it was only Wednesday.

"Michael, come here and take your slip." Blaine was aggravated and he had a right to be, his student was surely getting way out of hand.

"Thanks a lot Mr. Anderson. Wait to ruin my plans" the fifteen year old Michael said before taking the slip and sinking back into his seat in the right corner.

"Mr. Smith, you cannot keep disrupting my class. If you continue to act like this I'm going to have to phone your parents." Blaine hated being the bad guy, but he couldn't take the loud mouthing he kept receiving from this teenager.

"Fine. Call my dad. Do I look like I give two shits?" Michael threw his legs onto his desk and leaned back in his chair. "I'll even give you the number. 555—" Blaine was in shock, he had never been spoken to by a student that way before. "Mr. Anderson, don't you want my dad's number? You should probably be writing this down." He smirked as his friends cheered around him. Blaine pulled out a piece of paper and started to write what the boy had said. "555-suck-my-dick."

Blaine was enraged. "Michael. See me after class."

Michael didn't care, because he made history in that sixty minute time frame he had to sit in Mr. Anderson's music appreciation class.

When the bell rang Blaine walked over to Michael's desk. "You will be meeting me here tomorrow after school with your father. You understand me? If you do not show up, I have no other excuse but to fail you for the quarter. Do I make myself clear?"

"You can't do that! If I fail the class than I can't stay on the baseball team. What the fuck Mr. Anderson!"

"Michael, do not speak to me like that. I am your teacher. Not your friend. Get out of my classroom. And be here tomorrow with your father, or I will fail you."

Mike scoffed and shuffled out of the hallway. One of his friends Jason walked over to him. "That Mr. Anderson needs to get laid."

"I know. I don't understand what the fuck his problem is. My dad's not even going to care, it's literally going to be a waste of his time. He's got enough shit to do, he doesn't need Blaine Anderson's crap on top of it."

"We should find him a girl to fuck. Maybe that'll get him out of our hair." Jason added as he walked towards fifth period Chem.

"Something tells me Anderson flies the other way..." Mike walked into the classroom and sat beside his best friend.

Blaine was sitting at his desk organizing papers when he looked at the clock. It was already four and Michael was supposed to be here with his father. Blaine scoffed. "typical." Suddenly his door flew open and a thin man rushed through the door.

"I'm here! I'm here! I'm sorry my meeting ran late and I—" The man looked up and met Blaine's eyes. The blue eyes that stood before Blaine were so familiar and comforting; they reminded him of high school.

High school had been a good twenty-seven years ago, and Blaine's green eyes were still bright but he looked older, his hair still curly, and equally as gentleman like. He smiled when he looked at the man standing in front of him. He was still just as stunning as he was when he left for New York so many years ago.

The blue eyed man froze in front of the desk. "I can't believe this…" he finally spoke as he took another step towards Blaine. "Is it you?"

Blaine nodded a little and stood up. He took another look into the crystal blue eyes that were in front of him. He loved those eyes, they belonged to the first person he ever loved.

"Your Michael's teacher?" Kurt finally asked as he fell into one of the seats. "I'm truly embarrassed…"

Blaine shrugged. "I didn't know you're his father. I'm pretty sure I would have been slightly lenient if I knew he was your offspring. Yet, he doesn't seem to have the same personality as you. I mean, not the personality I remembered."

"He's usually not this bad." Kurt played with the buttons on the sleeve of his oxford.

"He's a smart kid. He just acts out, and I can't put my finger on why."

"Ever since his father died he's been testy and distant…" Kurt faded out as he signed.

"Oh Kurt…I'm so sorry to hear that…" Blaine's heart fell. He wanted Kurt to be happy, and he knew a piece of him must have died when his husband passed.

"It's okay. He was sick. He's in a better place now." Kurt shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. "So what about you? Marriage kids? I always saw you as the fatherly type."

"Divorced. Recently. And I have a daughter, Lily. She's actually in a few of Michael's classes."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope everything is alright between you two…and I have to say I've heard Mike talk about a Lily. I wonder if it's the same girl." Kurt took a sip of his coffee; Nonfat Mocha.

"Could be. Look Kurt, Mike has been a real distraction in my class, and I really can't afford to keep falling behind. Will you please speak to him?" Blaine pulled out some papers that needed to be graded and set them on his desk.

"Of course. But Blaine…"

"Yeah Kurt?" Blaine looked up from his papers and straight at his old flame.

"Would you like to get dinner tomorrow night? I'd really like to catch up…"

"I'd love that. Lily's staying at Jason's this weekend so I'm daughterless." He smiled and looked back at the papers.

"Perfect." Kurt slid a piece of paper with his number onto Blaine's desk. "Call me later…okay?"

Blaine nodded. "Of course."

Kurt smiled and collected his belongings before walking out of the classroom and down the hallway. He found Mike kissing some girl against a group of lockers. Agitated Kurt grabbed Mike by the backpack and forcefully pulled him outside.

"You're grounded." Kurt exclaimed before driving off into the distance.