A/N: Hey guys! I couldn't hold it in me any longer so I just had to post my teacher!blaine, student!kurt fic. It will be multichaptered! Thanks for reading and I really hope you like it! See you at the end :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters related to it. I do own my ideas and an Italian dictionary (?

Chapter 1 – The Meeting

Blaine would be lying if he said being a Math teacher was his real passion. Yes, he had pursued this career because he liked working with numbers and teaching, so he quickly did the math and this is what he came up with. He was 26; he was a publicist and a computer teacher as well as a math one. He had wanted to teach at a primary school but as soon as he got inside the class, he barely survived the first hour, less the first semester. He talked to his superiors and tried to convince them to hire him to teach at a high school.

God seemed to be on his side: he got a call one afternoon while he was tidying up his apartment saying that William McKinley High School was in need of a math teacher for the starting year as they were trying to develop a new advanced program for juniors and seniors. There was no hesitation in his voice when he accepted the job offer.

The first day of school being the "new teacher" wouldn't be that hard or so he thought. It was a high school after all, so maybe connecting with the children would be easier. He did bear in mind that he didn't have children, he had teenagers. McKinley wasn't the best school in town but they had good reputation because of its Cheerleading Squad, The Cheerios, and their football team the Titans who had won a championship last year. He noticed how little importance was being given to the show choir; apparently New Directions had placed at Nationals in New York last year but ended below the best 10. He had made his research.

He got into his car; his thermo filled with coffee and drove to McKinley. The sight that welcomed him was very appealing. Trees everywhere and a building decorated with posters saying "GO TITANS!".

"William McKinley High School here I come" he said to himself as he exited his car.

His schedule had been emailed to him the week before so he headed straight to the class called AP Math II. He was happy to say he was teaching an AP class, it made him feel smarter.

The hallways were kind of deserted after all it was 7:45 and classes started at 8. He entered the classroom and went directly to his desk to hang his coat and lower his stuff on the table. He heard a noise behind him.

Wow.

Wow.

That's all Blaine's mind could come up with as he met eyes with probably the most beautiful person he had seen in his life. Blue-eyes that seemed to be changing colors as he was looking straight at him, hair perfectly coiffed and a pair of boots that hugged this guy's never ending legs.

He breathed and decided to make some contact with this angel.

"I can't believe you are my only student" he said and rapidly smacked himself internally. "That sounded so rude, Blaine. Apologize, DO SOMETHING" he thought as he did what any teacher would've done. He introduced himself.

"I'm Mr. Anderson" he said holding his hand out for this mysterious person to shake. All of a sudden Eyes McDreamy (he always put nicknames to his students, this one seemed really appropriate for the sight in front of him) dropped his pen to the floor and went down to get it.

Blaine's mind was blank. The shape of his neck as he lowered down to get the pen; how his back was arching and his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he concentrated in the task before him. When he sat up again, he was red and a little bit too flustered.

"Um, are you okay?" he asked. Eyes McDreamy jumped a little in his seat.

"Yes, um, just got a little light headed from bending over so fast. Nothing to worry" he said with a reassuring smile.

"So, what's your name?" he asked and McDreamy kept silent as if he had just found the meaning of life hiding behind Blaine.

He snapped his fingers at him. "Are you here?"

"Me?" he asked. Blaine was about to laugh but he knew it wouldn't be nice of him so he just pretended to cough. "Yes, Yes, I'm here. Flesh and bones. I'm Hummel. Kurt Hummel"

"Kurt Hummel, you are going to be the death of me" he thought as he dived into his blue eyes which were greener now.

The first day of senior year comes with a lot of changes. You will let your friends go; you start being you; you feel sad because this amazing step called High School is over.

That's exactly what happens to average teenagers.

Not to Kurt Hummel.

He didn't feel like he was the king of the world but he could feel the end nearing, he could just stretch a little further and touch his future with the tip of his delicate fingers. He knew he would make the most out of this year so that when June came around he would have his diploma and a one-way ticket to New York. He never wanted to return to Lima.

It wasn't only because Lima's landscapes weren't as marvelous as those from New York but because 1) he was the only out boy at his school and probably the only one in all Lima, so life was hard 2) Parsons was well, in New York 3) He was Broadway bound.

His dream? Either perform on Broadway or make a career out of his fashion studies.

Make no mistake; he had planned the whole thing. He would rent an apartment with Rachel, who was applying to NYADA; he would try to get into some fashion magazine, he had seen Vogue. com was asking for staff, or even at some fashion store; he would be Kurt Hummel in New York, the city of blinding lights.

The minute he stepped into McKinley, he wished he hadn't. He didn't even have time to close his eyes as nearly 10 slushies hit him right in the face, dripping all over his hair and his clothes. He was utterly soaked, from head to toes.

"Welcome back, fairy!" the imbeciles from the football team cheered as they walked past him, emptying their slushie cups as they shouldered him roughly.

The entire school was shocked for what could've been a second but they kept walking as if nothing had happened. The silent witnesses are even worse than those who commit the crime. He chuckled but inside he felt a lot less hopeful than just five minutes ago. Luckily, he had brought a change of clothes, but the stains from his black shirt and caqui skinny pants would not go away that easily. The blue-slushie was the worst of them all. And those assholes knew it.

After a good half an hour locked in the ladies' bathroom with Mercedes and Tina helping him he got out and went to his locker only to find a new schedule attached to his door.

There had been rumors that the school was introducing a new math program and only a few students were going to be able to have AP Math II, which for McKinley was level genius.

Kurt Hummel was one of those lucky ones; lucky because it meant more credits for graduation. He glanced at his watch and found that it was 7:50 and his first class, which started at 8am, was indeed AP Math II. He tried to guess who would be with him in that class: Mike for sure; probably Tina; maybe that guy who sat with him in History, Park or something. As Kurt was playing this little game he found his classroom and decided to sit at the front line, exactly in front of the teacher's desk; she wouldn't mind having him there. He knew he couldn't screw the opportunity of being in this group so he had to give this particular subject his 200%.

No one had arrived yet so he started imagining how badly dressed his teacher would come, probably with loads of make up and that old-librarian look that most of the teachers of McKinley seemed to have made theirs. He surely didn't expect the sight that appeared in front of him when he heard a chair being moved.

A rather short, olive skinned man was hanging his coat in the teacher's seat. He was wearing a pair of grey pants that hugged his body in all the right places with matching black oxfords, with no socks (!). He completed his attire with a grey cardigan with a white hem. Kurt was already blown away by this guy's back; he couldn't wait to see him turn aro—

OH. MY. GOD. He had lost his ability to breathe. This guy was an Adonis. He's black gelled hair matched perfectly with his dapper style as well as the red bowtie he was wearing. Apparently, his clothes hugged his body very well from the front too. Just when Kurt was lifting his eyes to meet the guys face, he spoke.

"I can't believe you are my only student" he said. To Kurt his voice sounded like a thousand angels had echoed after him. His eyes… no words to describe them. Were they hazel or gold or brown or green? Kurt was lost and he needed someone to slap him in the face. "I'm Mr. Anderson" he said and right there, Kurt melted because just as he was going to hold his hand out to shake Mr. Anderson's his pen dropped, so he lowered down to fetch it only to find that Mr. Anderson was going full commando; commando as in I'm-free-to-be-whatever-I-want-and-I-don't-want-to-wear-underwear. Kurt was a guy. A gay guy who would spot anything related to menswear from a mile away. Mr. Anderson was not wearing underwear and you could come up with the outline of his d—

"Um, are you okay?" Mr. Anderson asked again startling Kurt from his very very inappropriate thoughts.

"Yes, um, just got a little light headed from bending over so fast. Nothing to worry" he flashed a nervous smile and tried his hardest not to look at Mr. Anderson's crotch.

Oh my god, doesn't he check himself in the mirror before leaving? He'll be sporting… that… all around the school and kids will laugh at him and even teachers and even Principal Figgins. I can't tell him though. It will look like oh the gay kid told me he could see my junk. Kurt, shut up.

Mr. Anderson snapped his fingers at him.

"Are you here?"

"Me?" Mr. Anderson coughed but Kurt knew he was trying to choke a laugh. "Yes, I'm here. Flesh and bones. I'm Hummel. Kurt Hummel"

"Well hello, Hummel Kurt Hummel. Do you know if some other students are joining us today?"

"I think so, yes. I'm a very punctual person so I tend to arrive to places like 20 or 15 minutes before I'm supposed to". Why was Kurt telling this to him again? As if he cared.

He is probably thinking about his wife and kid he left at home. Does he have a wedding ring? OH NO HE DOESN'T. Relax Kurt, he is probably straight. Well his bowtie and Capri pants surely speak differently. Kurt, shut up.

"I guess we'll wait, Hummel Kurt Hummel" Mr. Anderson sighed. "So, senior year? Wow, right?"

"Not really. I'm not like any of the other people you will find here Mr. Anderson, I'm ready to leave this school as soon as possible. I just want to pass all my tests, get good grades and finally graduate and never see Lima again" he took a breath. "I'm sorry that wasn't probably the answer you were expecting"

Mr. Anderson laughed.

"Probably you were expecting something like" Kurt sat upright and imitated one of the jocks. "I want to graduate and be with all the chicks and rule the world"

What was happening to Kurt? Since when was he so loosen up with a teacher he had met only 10 minutes ago? Teacher being the functioning word here.

Mr. Anderson cracked up and as he was about to say something the bell rang. "Ouch, duty calls!" he said and went to the blackboard and wrote in a very untidy handwriting. "Mr. Blaine Anderson"

Blaine. Blaine Anderson. Cute.

A/N: So? Did you guys like it? I'm so excited to be writing this one!

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