Chapter 1: Schedule Change

A/N: For my friend KuronoAinimi! Happy early birthday, girlie.

Kurt Hummel had always been at the top of his classes. He'd been the best in his classes at NYADA—except for dance, but almost no one in the class was really that good anyway. He'd been the best at Parsons, where he'd jumped at the opportunity for a scholarship despite the fact that he was already in his second year at NYADA. Fashion had always been his real dream, so how could he refuse when they offered him full-ride acceptance?

Kurt had always soared past his peers… until now.

After his first year at Parsons, he'd been a little shocked when his teachers had urged him into the advanced classes. He was excited, but a little nervous. He was going into the unknown, where he knew he wouldn't be at the top like usual. He, for once, would have to push himself to pull ahead and stand out.

Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do, he thought to himself with an air of determination as he stood in front of the door to his first class. Here goes nothing.

He opened the door and proudly took his seat in the second row of the class, biting his lip to hide his grin when he looked around the room. It was so much nicer than his classes in the past. He could see why they called it Advanced Placement.

Someone cleared their throat at the front of the room and Kurt looked up, expecting to see the teacher. Well, he saw the teacher alright. But he was not what Kurt expected.

"Alright, class," he began, looking around the room at all of his students. "Today, we're going to start class a little differently than most classes. Unlike in most college classes, I want you to actually get to know your classmates. There will be several group projects and I know from experience how awkward it can be to go into a project not knowing anyone in your group. So, today will be focusing on introducing yourselves to everyone. Just stand up, tell the class your name and a little bit about yourself, and then you can sit down. I promise I'm not trying to embarrass anyone too badly."

Kurt hardly heard what the teacher—what was his name? Mr. Anderson, he read off the board—was saying. He was too focused on his gorgeous eyes and perfect teeth and his adorable curls that were only slightly tamed by a bit of gel and years of trial and error. All in all, Kurt's teacher was incredibly, stunningly, beautiful.

Mr. Anderson continued, and Kurt was now focused on his amazing voice. His voice was music to Kurt's ears. "I'll start, since we have no volunteers," he said with a smile, but no one else smiled and he chuckled, moving on. "I'm Mr. Anderson, in case you haven't read the board. But you can call me Blaine if you want because I'm only a year or two older than most of you, anyway." A few gasps and even a single catcall were heard around the room. Kurt looked behind him and saw that a girl was eyeing their teacher like a piece of meat. He sighed and turned back around. Get your head out of the clouds, Hummel, he told himself. "Any volunteers?"

For some reason, Kurt raised his hand, and Blaine smiled at him, gesturing for him to stand. Kurt blushed against his own will and stood, his heart fluttering simply because Blaine had smiled at him. Get a grip, he reprimanded himself. "H-Hi," he said to the class, looking anywhere but Blaine. "My name's Kurt Hummel and I've been here for one year. I'm only a sophomore but I'm actually twenty-three, because I came here after two years at NYADA." A few hums of impressed praise sounded around the room and Kurt smiled, still blushing. He turned and met Blaine's eyes again, and he bit his lip. "I like to sing and my strong points are drawing and 3-D design."

"Thank you, Kurt," Blaine acknowledged, smiling kindly. "Next?"

For the rest of the class, Kurt hardly paid attention to who was being introduced. He doodled in his notebook, glancing up at Blaine occasionally.

When the bell to leave rang, Kurt startled in his seat, dropping his pencil. He ducked his head as he started gathering things into his messenger bag, so he wasn't expecting someone to tap him on the shoulder. He looked up quickly, startled.

"Sorry," Blaine smiled. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just happened to notice that you were drawing something. May I see it?"

Kurt mouthed wordlessly for a moment, opening and closing his mouth before he finally found his words. "Uh, yeah. Sure. It's just a draft, something off the top of my head…" He handed Blaine his notebook, where the drawing was. He watched Blaine's expression nervously.

"This is great, Kurt," he praised with a grin. "You're very talented. It'll be an honor to have you in my class, I can tell. I've already heard great things about you from your teachers last year."

"Y-You've heard of me?" Kurt asked in disbelief. Blaine laughed.

"Of course. You were the top of all the freshmen last year. I can't deny that's impressive."

"Thank you," Kurt said, glad that he didn't stutter. "I, uh… better get to my next class."

"Don't you have PD with Ms. Harrington next?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded. He didn't even question how Blaine knew his schedule. "Well, I know for a fact that she cancelled class today because of a family emergency." Kurt's eyes widened and he stared at Blaine in shock. "So… what would you say if I offered to buy you coffee?"

Kurt didn't know what to say, but Blaine was gorgeous. And he couldn't do anything but nod eagerly when Blaine looked at him like that.

Blaine grinned. "Great. I don't have any more classes today, so I'll just grab my coat and we can go. I know a great coffee shop nearby."

"Great," Kurt said breathlessly as Blaine turned and walked to his small office. It was a small room, separated from the enormous classroom, and Kurt could see a little bit of the inside from where he stood.

Once Kurt recovered from his shock, he stuffed his belongings in his bag and put his jacket on. It was October, and he knew it would be cold, so he decided he'd just be ready to go when Blaine returned.

A few moments later, Blaine emerged from the office and smiled kindly at Kurt. "Ready to go?" Kurt nodded. "Perfect."

"Lead the way," Kurt smiled.

After walking for about five minutes down the busy sidewalks, they came across a small coffee shop that smelled like coffee and cinnamon. Kurt inhaled deeply and hummed happily as he walked inside. He almost forgot to thank Blaine for holding the door open for him, but he didn't. They ordered their drinks and took a seat at the table by the window.

"So, Kurt," Blaine began. "I'm sure you're wondering why your teacher asked you to coffee."

"Kind of," Kurt admitted with a light laugh. "I have to say that's never happened to me before."

"Well, I usually do like to know my students," Blaine explained. "I don't like to be one of those teachers that just drones on and on and doesn't give a crap about what he's teaching or who he's teaching. That's not me."

Kurt nodded, waiting for Blaine to go on.

"And, well, you caught my attention, Kurt," the teacher continued, making Kurt tilt his head to the side, confused. "Your resume is phenomenal, and it's no surprise they asked you to be in the AP class." Blaine continued staring at Kurt, and the student couldn't help but blush.

"Something tells me this doesn't really have anything to do with my grades," Kurt hedged, biting his lip.

Blaine smiled a little. "I was kind of hoping you'd be the first to mention that. I actually noticed that you were staring at me during class today. And I know my lessons aren't that interesting, so I don't think it has anything to do with my teaching skills."

Kurt blushed once again, looking down.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," Blaine promised. "I'm quite flattered, actually. And I'd have to be a fool not to recognize that you're a very attractive young man."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I'm only twenty-six and you don't have to be ashamed for liking the only gay teacher at the school," Blaine said, leaning forward so only Kurt could hear him. "And I'm saying that I'm pretty sure it's legal if I wanted to kiss you right now."

Kurt's breath hitched and he gasped a little, staring at his teacher with wide eyes. "I-I sort of took you for the professional kind of guy."

"Well, maybe finding someone special is more important than being professional," Blaine returned, making Kurt flush all the way to his core. "By the way, you're adorable when you blush like that."

"Well, good, because you're sure making me blush a lot," Kurt flirted breathlessly. Am I really flirting? "So… you really want to kiss me?"

"I want to," Blaine confirmed, grinning. "But I want to do it somewhere more… private."

Kurt nodded eagerly, glancing at Blaine's lips as the man held his hand and led him quickly back to the classroom they were in previously. It was empty because no more classes were being held there that day.

They stood in the middle of the room, staring at each other and standing very close. "Well," Kurt whispered. "Are you going to kiss me?"

Blaine nodded subtly and pressed their lips together firmly, bringing his hands up to cup Kurt's face gently. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, but it left Kurt stunned. When Blaine pulled away, Kurt's eyes were still shut and his lips slightly parted, not moving an inch. When Blaine finally coaxed him into consciousness, Kurt's eyes fluttered open and he grinned at Blaine. "Kurt?" Blaine smiled.

"That was the best first kiss ever," Kurt told him. "So, does this mean you want me to be your 'someone special'?"

Before answering, Blaine pressed another sweet kiss to Kurt's lips, cupping his jaw in one palm and smiling into the kiss. "I think that's exactly what it means."

A/N: I know this is short, but it's gonna be a 3-part series. Watch for the next part sometime today!