Alright guys! Here is the start of yet ANOTHER fic…I know, I know, I need to finish my others…And I eventually will! I promise! As always, Read And Review!
Prologue
Blaine always wanted to be a teacher. Ever since he was young he envied his teachers for being in control. But now, he was the one to be envied. Fresh out of Ohio State Blaine Anderson was now officially a teacher. Applying and ultimately failing to get a job at his alma mater Dalton Academy, he turned to some of the lesser known schools, like McKinley High. Finally securing a teaching job, Mr. Anderson took a deep breath and walked into his future.
Chapter One
"Oh my god! Did you see the new teacher yet?!" "…New Teacher!" "Holy shit!" "So attractive!" "…Sexy!" Kurt Hummel just chuckled to himself at the girls' yelling, walking up to his best friend Mercedes Jones for the real scoop. "Alright. Spill." She slammed her locker shut and riled off facts, "Blaine Anderson went to Dalton Academy for high school and is fresh out of OSU. He's taking over for Mr. Bitterman." "Wait, the Dalton we beat at sectionals a couple weeks ago?" She nodded, "He was in the Warblers when he was in school, but he graduated the year we became freshmen." Kurt nodded as he mulled all this over, "Alright babe." He took her arm in his and started off towards first period, completely oblivious to how much this fateful day would change his life.
"Santana Lopez?" "Here!" Blaine looked back at his sheet, "David Karofsky?" "Here!" "Alright! Well," Blaine said as he put down his clipboard, "Now that that's out of the way. My name is Blaine Anderson, you can call me Mr. Anderson, Blaine, Mr. BA, I really don't care." The class just nodded, shocked with how laid back he seemed. "I'm sure you all miss your former teacher," he had to pause due to an outburst of laughter, "Or not?" the class nodded, in response making Blaine smile, which in turn made all the girls in the class swoon, "Well then, would anyone like to tell me where Mr. Bitterman left off?" Santana had just raised her hand to ask him how much he was packing when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Blaine turned his head from the class just in time to see Kurt Hummel rush in the door, cheeks flushed from running to class. "I'm so sorry! I'm never late to class I swear! Mrs. Rivers said she'd send an email and then she didn't so I had to go get a pass and," Blaine held up his hand to cut him off. "Hey, it's alright! Just go take your seat." Kurt took a deep breath and handed him the pass, turning to see Santana sending him a 'we have to talk later' look. Sighing, Kurt went to take his seat; today was bound to be interesting.
"I just don't see the big deal!" Kurt yelled for about the eighth time since glee practice had started. And just like all the other times, there was a moment of silence before the girls of the club started yelling at him,
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" "HE'S SO DAMN SEXY!" "LOOK AT HIS FACE!"
Kurt rolled his eyes at them and looked back down at his phone, searching for the perfect song that correlated with this week's theme, love songs. "Don't you guys think you should be looking for a song like I am instead of drooling over the new teacher?!" Kurt tuned out all the yelling the followed.
"Hey guys!" "Mr. Shue, you're late." Rachel said in a tone of voice as if he committed murder. "Yes Rachel, sorry for your inconvenience, but we had a staff meeting to welcome Mr. Anderson into our community." At the mention of Blaine, all the girls exploded back into their lust driven frenzy. "Hey!" Mr. Shue yelled, "What's going on!?" "The girls are obsessed with the new teacher." Mr. Shue looked at Kurt, reading his lips over the frantic screeching. "And you're not?"
His statement brought quiet faster than if one of them had dropped dead right there. "What?" Kurt asked, furious that Mr. Shue would stereotype him like that. "I don't mean to offend you, but I figured you'd be the one yelling and screaming the most." "And why would you think that?!" Mr. Shue just smiled and looked away, "Never mind. Now guys, who's singing first?!" To his surprise, Kurt raised his hand even before Rachel did, "Alright Kurt, you have the floor." He nodded at him as he took a seat.
"Well, I suppose I should thank all of your incoherent blabbering about the new teacher, it's helped me pick my song. I feel this song could be interpreted as an anthem for single people, and that it's okay to be by yourself for a while. Here we go." Kurt cued Brad to begin playing.
"Hold on Kurt!" Mr. Shue yelled right as Kurt was about to start the first note, "WHAT?!" He yelled after his teacher who had run into the hallway. "I saw this guy walk by and wanted to invite him to see what the club was all about." He said as he walked back into the choir room with Blaine. The girls fidgeted nervously while Kurt just smiled, mocking them. "Hello Blaine." "Hey Kurt!" "How on Earth are you already on a first name basis?!" Quinn couldn't help but yell out, "I introduced myself, think of it next time instead of staring mindlessly." Kurt said as he cued Brad again, preparing for the song ahead.
You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
Kurt smiled at the surprised look on Blaine's face. Everyone reacted this way the first time. There aren't' a lot of counter tenors to begin with, and even when you find one, it's hard to believe
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
Blaine was going nuts, "Holy shit! He has to be lip singing, there is no way he can be this good! Not that he doesn't seem like he would be good. I bet he would taste good…WHAT?!"
Cut me down
But it's you who have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much
The more of the song Kurt sang, the more he found himself relating. It's weird how singing a song can help you connect even more than before. He had been pushed down before, Karofsky, Finn, the entire student body, ect. But he won't be taking it anymore.
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
"Thank you Kurt for that wonderful rendition!" Mr. Shue turned to Blaine, "So, what did you think?" Keep it school appropriate. Blaine reminded himself, "It was amazing! Kurt, you have so much talent!" "Thank yo-" "If you think he has talent wait until you hear me sing! I'm better if not on a completely different level than Kurt!" Everyone turned to look at Rachel, staring at her hoping she would burst into flames, "God you guys I'm kidding! Kurt, that was fantastic." Blaine heaved a sigh witch he got some weird looks for. He saw the look in Kurt's eyes once she started talking and had immediately feared for the short girl's life.
"Well, better get back to grading, it's already taking over my life." He lifted up his sleeve to show he'd written the grading scale on his forearm. "See you later Mr. Anderson!" "Call me Blaine!" He yelled as the door shut.
Holy shit! Okay, okay, calm down Blaine CALM DOWN! This could just be a random thing! Like a random thought blurb mixed in with everything else! Yeah…that must be it! There's no way on earth I could be attracted to one of my students. On the first day! Ugh! It was just my excitement to be in a Glee club again and my disbelief at Kurt's voice. Kurt…His skin is so nice…White and effortlessly beautiful…STOP NOW! Oh god Oh god! What am I going to d-
"Blaine!" A twinkling voice interrupted his inner monologue, "Yes?" He asked as he turned, regaining his composure. "I forgot to turn this in today. Mr. Bitterman assigned it and I didn't know whether or not you were going to collect it." Blaine smiled tightly as he took the paper from the porcelain figure that already seemed to be taunting him, "Thanks Kurt." The boy smiled and it took all Blaine had not too faint. "No problem." Blaine watched his retreating figure with a fluttering heart and a frown, this was going to be a problem.
By the time Blaine had gotten home, he'd made two decisions. One, he would request to co-direct the New Directions with Shue. He'd enjoyed himself and admittedly missed Glee. And two, he would have to avoid Kurt as much as possible. Yes, yes, joining glee isn't exactly the right decision to correlate with decision number two, but oh well, he would deal.
Spilling out the turned in essays he picked one at random and started to read,
In today's society, the act of being equal seems like a mundane thing to even think about. It's a given, like being able to apply for citizenship or voting, if you're a citizen already. So most don't spare a thought, just shrug it off and move on with their lives because they have things to attend to. But people like me, we spare every second we can thinking about it, scheming ways to obtain it, daydreaming about what it would feel like. Granted, some people say this was my choice, our choice, if only it was.
Am I human? I look human. If I fall and scrape my knee, would I bleed red? Since both of those answers are yes, why am I still viewed as less of a man than you, less of a human. Because of whom I love. Being gay is like being exiled, you're forced to the edge of society and linger, because no matter how much you fight, you'll never reach the next level. At least, that how it feels.
Blaine looked to the top of the paper, curious to see who'd written it.
Kurt Hummel
He slowly nodded to himself as he read the rest of the paper, silently agreeing with every word, before writing A+ atop the flawless paper. After reading that, he felt he wasn't fit to grade any more essays as they would all seem less than they actually were. Instead, he chose to shower and go to bed, dreaming unwanted thoughts and hoping for the sake of his professional career, that they would leave him alone.