Chapter One - The Beginning of the End

Kurt Hummel walked into his sixth period class, unsure of what to expect. Mrs. Dubois, the woman who had been his teacher, had fallen down the stairs and broke her back in the process. Kurt couldn't say he didn't exactly expect that after practically falling down three flights of stairs continuously, but he was still shocked when he walked into his advanced guitar class to find students huddled in groups and looking upset with a sub in the front of the room sleeping. Mrs. Dubois was one of the most loved teachers in the building, and it was unclear for a good day or two if she had survived the tumble. After news broke that she would be out for the rest of the term, Kurt could only sigh and frown. This was his senior year, and he had had Mrs. Dubois for the last three years for guitar courses. Not to mention, she was the sponsor of the glee club. To say he was attached to the teacher was an understatement.

And now here he was, after two weeks of ten different substitute teachers sitting in to watch them scroll through their phones, pop their gum, and listen to their iPods, to find a new teacher sitting in the desk. Mrs. Dubois' desk, Kurt thought bitterly before making his way to his regular seat closest to the mini recording studio the school had put in two years ago when the glee club had made it to Nationals. He looked over at the new teacher, and couldn't help but stop in his tracks and take in a sharp breath.

He was gorgeous, Kurt thought immediately. He looked no older than the student teachers in the school coming from Lima College and Ohio University, and Kurt couldn't help but wonder if he was even certified to be in charge of so many students at once, none the less teach them. Taking him in slowly, he noted how smooth and sun kissed his caramel skin seemed to be, how strong his jaw line was, and how broad his shoulders were. He noticed how the mohawk he had cut his hair into and the clothes he wore should have clashed, but strangely didn't (they even somehow complimented each other, but Kurt would never admit to it out loud). What he didn't notice was the bell ringing, and the teacher coming up to him.

"Erm... Mister?"

Kurt blinked rapidly, and realized that the young teacher was in front of him and frowning slightly. Kurt just kept the frown on his face.

"Hummel. Kurt Hummel," Kurt introduced himself, and the teacher nodded.

"Mr. Hummel, please take a seat," The man said, and Kurt fought the urge to shudder from his voice. It was smooth and hearty, with a bit of a rasp adding a sultry affect to it. He just nodded and quickly sat down in his usual spot, watching as the teacher walk back up to the board before writing his name on the board. The clean and sharp letters read 'Noah Puckerman', with an e-mail address beneath it. Kurt quickly raised an eyebrow, and realized he was right. The e-mail address (.edu) instantly told everyone in the room that he was, indeed, a student teacher. Everyone at that point started to talk and comment, and Mr... Puckerman stood at front looking slightly amused.

"Right, well. Since you guys are being rude and sh- stuff," The man said, catching himself from cursing, "My name's Noah Puckerman. I'm a senior at Ohio State, working on my B.A. in music and working up to complete the secondary education program there. I'm twenty, and obviously, since your principal hired me for this job, can play the guitar. I looked through the syllabus you lot have for the year, and it won't be changing. There will be some slight adjustments and tweaks, but it'll still be what you were expecting in this class. Remember, I am just twenty. For Gods sake, calling me Noah will suffice in here. Calling me Mr. P works too. Mr. Puckerman is my father, who isn't the greatest guy out there. Questions?"

Everyone was suddenly very interested in this young substitute, and Kurt couldn't blame them. Something about him stood out, maybe from the way he was tugging at his tie nervously, or how he ran his hand through his mohawk. It was quiet for a minute, before people nodded.

"Alright, cool. I understand you guys were left with a project you were working on with Ms. Dubois before she had her accident. Anyone want to explain it?" Noah said, sitting on the desk Indian style. Several hands went up, and Noah just looked confused.

"Oh right, you guys still do this crap here. All right. From now on, unless it's like twenty hands up or whatever, first person who says something can go ahead. Don't be as- Just don't be jerks about this or I will make you guys raise your hands like first graders," Noah mumbled, running his hand through his mohawk. Everyone turned to look at their neighbor, grinning slightly. Kurt couldn't help but have a grin on his own face. Noah seemed pretty... Alright for a student teacher. And attractive. Very attractive. Kurt pursed his lips at that comment, and sighed in his mind. He couldn't be crushing on his new teacher, especially this one. He didn't need people commenting on how the local fag was trying to make the new teacher run for the hills.

A small voice spoke up from the back, and everyone instantly turned to look. It was Rachel Berry, with a slip in her hand.

"Excuse me, Mr. Puckerman," the girl asked, looking around at the class before directing her eyes to the man sitting on the desk, "Mr. Figgins told me you were willing to sponsor the glee club in light of Mrs. Dubois' leave of absence."

Kurt looked at the new teacher, this time swallowing. Something about the idea of Noah showing them new dance moves, his shirt riding up to expose flashes of hips and stomachs, made Kurt lick his lips. The singer nearly groaned. Here he was, panting over his new guitar teacher, who was also taking up glee club. The universe just did not like him.

"Ah yes, Ms. Berry, correct?" Noah said hesitantly, and Kurt could already tell Rachel had bugged the poor man before this.

"Yes Mr. Puckerman." The singer beamed, and Noah got up from his spot on the desk. He went to go rummage in his desk, before lifting a folder out of one of drawers. He then proceeded to look on the desk, squinting his eyes slightly, before grabbing a glasses case and taking out what Kurt could only describe as vintage spectacles that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else. He soon found that the glasses only managed to make Noah Puckerman all the more hot. Damn those things. Kurt watched as he scanned through some of the papers in the folders, before closing it and placing it back onto the desk.

"Mrs. Dubois left me instructions to talk to Mr. Hummel first, and then handle all other inquiries on Thursday, when we meet," Noah said, and Rachel could only glare at Kurt. Kurt could only glare at the recording studio booth, wondering why the universe hated him.

"Right, well, I'll be off then."

Rachel disappeared from the room, back to whichever class she had disrupted to only leave. The next thirty minutes drawled out, with the project having been explain to Noah immediately by Blaine Anderson, the only junior in the class. Noah could only whistle at it, and comment on how he could have wished they had had the equipment necessary for this project back when he attended McKinley a few years back. The project was basically everyone composing a CD of six songs, three that they selected from a repertoire Mrs. Dubois had handpicked specially for them, and three more original pieces. They then had to come up with three group accompaniments. They had a choice of doing all three with the whole class, all three in groups of three, or a combination.

The rest of class was spent with Noah encouraging everyone, commenting on how this note would have sounded better, how if you took one harmony down a half step and the other up a half step it would sound all the more incredible, or how to shape your hands so you wouldn't tire from playing the same three chords again and again when recording. Kurt couldn't help but admire the way he took a full hands on approach with everyone (and how his ass looked in those slacks). It wasn't until the bell rang, signaling the start of seventh period, Kurt's lunch period, that he remembered that he was supposed to sit down and actually talk to the guy.

"Mr. Hummel?" Noah had called out when he noted Kurt walking out the door, and Kurt slumped his shoulders in defeat before straightening up and walking back in.

"Right. Well, um, just have a seat there. Mrs. Dubois left me some of the plans she had for glee club, and knew you were the best to handle them," Noah said, and Kurt nodded. He noticed Noah wasn't one to wander about, but instead someone who got straight to the point as quick as possible. Kurt sat down in a chair next to the teacher's desk, where he quickly noticed a carton of Chinese take out. The college senior soon noticed that Kurt had seen the food, and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry about that, I hope you don't mind if I eat during this. Mrs. Dubois' only lunch period is third period and this one. I was stuck in a faculty meeting this morning, so now was the most reasonable," Noah explained as he went through the bag, and pulled out a fork and napkins.

"Well, so long as I can eat my own lunch," Kurt said with a shrug, before reaching into his bag, pulling out a Tupperware container with a salad that Kurt had mixed up that same morning. Noah just nodded.

"Yeah, no big deal. Anyways. So, Mrs. Dubois' told me you're the co-captain of the club along with Rachel, and that I might want you to explain some of the dynamics of the club first. After that, she wants you to explain Sectionals and everything else to me. It's been years since I was in a show choir," Noah admitted, before dumping some rice into a dish of orange chicken. Kurt nodded.

"Of course. Well, you met Rachel already and might already have noticed some her... Less noble qualities. She's a bit of an attention whore, but she's got a voice that gives her some form of back up for that. It still annoys the living hell out of everyone, including me, but you come to love her after a while," Kurt explained while picking at his salad, and looked up to see Noah grinning.

"Do you actually talk to Mrs. Dubois like that? Man, she's managed to replaced me," Noah said with a laugh, and Kurt could only join in on the laughter.

"How else do you think Rachel didn't kill me when Mrs. Dubois named me co-captain," Kurt asked, and Noah just shook his head.

"She seems like a piece of work... But nothing too dangerous," Noah said, and Kurt silently agreed with him.

The two ended up talking for the next hour, and it wasn't until Noah looked at his watch that he realized it was the middle of eighth period.

"Awh, crap," He mumbled under his breath before throwing away his trash, and reaching into his pocket. Kurt then chose to look at his phone, and nearly kicked something. How he had managed to miss the end of seventh period and late bell for eighth period was beyond him. He quickly put his things way, and took one last sip from his water bottle before tossing it in the recycling bin.

"Erm, Kurt, what do you have right now?" Noah asked as he wrote on the pack of green passes he had produced just a moment ago, and Kurt just sighed.

"Genetics at the current moment," Kurt replied, and Noah just raised an eyebrow.

"Did you guys get a huge grant while I was gone? I was looking at all the courses offered now and half of them didn't even exist when I went here," Noah said, confused. Kurt just laughed.

"Figgins realized he should probably have more electives focusing on science. That and the school board was already fed up with the poor test scores, so this has placated them for now. He implemented a requirement of at least one elective science course to graduate, and everyone is too busy complaining about it to realize it really isn't required by the state, so they can graduate without it," Kurt said with a shrug, and the mohawked teacher just laughed.

"Same old McKinley," He said with a small laugh, which instantly made Kurt want to just kiss him. Close to blushing from his more... Naughty thoughts about the teacher, Kurt took the slip he signed for him quickly.

"Well, thanks Noah. I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Kurt said in a rush, before practically running out of the room. He closed the door after him, and slowed down as he made his way towards the science hallway where a lot of the new electives were in. Shaking his head, he couldn't believe he was crushing on his new teacher.

He's only twenty, a small voice in his head reminded him. And he's very, very attractive, the same voice said, and Kurt could only groan.

"Shut up," He growled out quietly, and instantly putting his hand to his mouth when he realized he had said it out loud. Shaking his head, he wondered just how terrible the next few days would get. He brightened up at the prospects of glee though. Maybe he would just get used to being around the man, and would eventually get over the crush like he did with Finn. But then again, it took their parents marrying and Kurt being humiliated multiple times to get over him.

Walking into his class, he handed the late slip to his teacher, and immediately began to copy down the notes in front of him on the projector. The one good thing about this class was that he was immediately engulfed in the topics of X inactivation and Calico cats to even try to think about anything else.

"White boy, you best make Rachel shut to the up, because if you don't, I'll make her," Mercedes said as soon as Kurt linked his arms with hers. Kurt frowned.

"Did she say something against tots again?" Kurt asked, and Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"Kurt, sweetie, no, I'm being serious right now. All she can do is talk about how cute that new teacher is, and how she just has to duet with him sometime. Something about Jews stick together," Mercedes said airily, and Kurt stiffened a bit.

"Leave it to Rachel to make our new sponsor run for the next available bus ticket out of here," Kurt commented, and Mercedes shook her head in agreement.

"Honestly, all that bull shit she had with Finn and Jesse St. James before the asshole transferred out was tiring. And now this? Why she had to choose senior year, of all years, to be an idiot is beyond me," Mercedes ranted, and Kurt couldn't help but chuckle.

"Dear, calm down, wrinkles don't suit anyone at this age, not even you." Kurt turned to his locker, and Mercedes leaned against the one next to his.

"Do we even have to mention the Blainchel fiasco last year?" Mercedes deadpanned, and Kurt just sighed as he messed up his locker combination.

"I'm not saying Rachel isn't a total attention diva. But, I'm just hoping she's got enough sense now that she knows better than to pursue a teacher," Kurt mumbled as he tried for the third time to open his locker, thinking to himself how he right he was. And exactly why he should just get Noah Puckerman out of his head.

"True... Let's hope," Mercedes said, leaving it at that, just as Kurt was opening his locker. Reaching in for his hair spray, he checked his reflection before spritzing just a tiny bit into his hair. He could get through. He had one more year before he left this wretched town, hopefully by attending NYADA and rooming with Rachel (no matter how much he claimed he hated the girl, he really did love her). Just six more months... Right?

And that's the first chapter! I know the story's pace right now seems a bit slow, but it'll pick up after this chapter, I promise. As always with my latest fics, Lizzy, aka givemesomenasonexyouswine gave me this prompt. I was supposed to just write her angry teacher!puckurt sex, but I did want to do a multi-chapter Puckurt fic eventually, and this seemed too good to be true. So for those of you looking for porn. I apologize so badly, I hate when I see something and I'm like GOD YES PORN... And then. No porn. The smutty goodness will come, but I wanted to actually give this story a backdrop. Anyways, thanks for reading... And yeah. Look out for an update soon. Also. I don't own Glee. RIB does. My name doesn't even start with an R. Or B. Or I.

Lorri