Chapter 1
Blaine shows up to his Philosophy 220 class right on time, quietly observing his students. He's young to be a professor, and most of the time people mistake him for a student. That's why he's so strict. He has to demand their respect.
He tosses a stack of papers on the desk of a student.
"If you are here for Philosophy 220, you're in the right place. If not, get out. Don't waste my time. I am your professor, Blaine Anderson. This is your syllabus. You will look to this to answer any questions. We will be following this all semester, though I may change it at any time and it's up to you to keep on top of it. You are expected to show up to every class. Failure to do so will result in your failure of the class. Do I make myself clear?"
He looks around at his students. Most seem apathetic, as usual. A few students in the front row give him kiss-ass looks that make him want to roll his eyes. One student in particular catches his interest. He's a pale boy, though his lips and cheeks are flushed bright red. When the stack of papers falls on his desk, he looks up and glares at Blaine. His eyes are sleepy, unfocused.
"And there will be no sleeping." He turns his back to the class and pulls down the white board.
"Chapter One." He hears the groans of some students, knowing that everyone expects to just get the syllabus and leave. He purses his lips and begins his lecture anyway.
Blaine turns around and sees the same boy slumped forward on his desk again. Perfect. Now he can make an example of him. He walks to the front of his desk, continuing on his lecture without missing a beat. When he gets closer he looks at him better. A pretty boy. If he wasn't so obviously hung over.
"What is your name?"
"My name is Blaine Anderson," the boy says with a sneer, looking up at him.
Blaine bites his tongue to hold back a childish remark and instead walks over to his desk. He pulls out the roll sheet with pictures of the students on them until he finds the boy. He walks back to the front of the room, hands behind his back.
"Well, class. I would like to introduce you to Kurt Hummel. You ought to thank him. He is, after all, the reason for the ten page essay on economic justice and global obligations that you will be handing in next period."
"You've to be fucking kidding me?" Kurt snaps loudly as the other students shout in protest.
"Make that fifteen for you, Mr. Hummel. And believe me when I say I read every one of them. I expect college level work, not junior high bullshit. Use at least six scholarly sources. Any references from Wikipedia will result in an automatic zero." He manages to keep a cruel smile from his face as he hears the groans of the students. Yes, he has their respect now. His confidence falters just a little bit when he looks over at Kurt.
He's not glaring at him anymore. Instead he's raising his eyebrows as if in challenge, licking over his lower lip quickly. Blaine's stomach twists hotly at the sight of Kurt's tongue and his eyes flash dark for a just a second before he pushes those thoughts away and returns to his lecture.
The next class period, Blaine collects the papers from his students, regretting it a little bit as the stack begins to pile up. He leaves the papers on his desk and begins to outline his lecture for the day. He spends half the class lecturing before he passes out a long article on moral relativism that he instructs the students to read, since they will be discussing it during the next class.
Blaine takes a seat at his desk and begins to go over the papers that the students turned in. Kurt's paper is on top, and Blaine's honestly surprised to see that it actually looks to be the fifteen pages he required. He's also pleasantly surprised when the paper starts off well, talking about the global economy and fitting an astonishing amount of information in just one page.
As soon as he gets to the second page, Blaine feels the blush spreading across his face. His lips form a thin line and his eyes widen as he reads the rest of the paper. He feels Kurt's gaze on him as he reads it and that just makes things worse.
The next fourteen pages are just a bunch of sexual innuendos under the pretext of economic justice. The last page is just a drawn out description of making someone come with vocabulary terms standing in for many words. The last line is merely a winky face.
Blaine is embarrassed, angry, annoyed. But worst of all, he's turned on. He avoids looking at Kurt as he thinks.
He should take this paper immediately to the dean of students. He doesn't want to get caught in a sexual harassment case though. He knows how easily this could backfire. Especially since he's openly gay and not all his other colleagues are particularly accepting of that fact.
And in that moment he hates Kurt. The arrogant little bastard has no idea the position he just put him in. With that thought, Blaine mentally kicks himself as his mind conjures some images of positions he would like Kurt to put him in. Stop, he chides himself.
He puts a zero on the paper before moving on.
The clock hits 9:50 and the students all get out of their seats, putting papers away and zipping up their backpacks. Blaine notices Kurt giving a student named Lucian a wink, and the boy follows after Kurt in a hurry. Blaine barely keeps from rolling his eyes.
That night at his home, Blaine skims through the rest of the papers, thankful it's a small class. He doesn't really care about the quality of the rest of the papers. He merely checks to see that they aren't also full of sexual innuendos and have fulfilled the source and page requirement before marking them with either A's or B's.
Then, almost against his will, he returns to Kurt's paper. He tells himself to let it be, but he can't. So he starts reading it again. He only stops when he realizes he's picturing Kurt doing some of those things to him. These are not thoughts that he can afford to have as a professor.
He groans and shoves the paper away, locking his briefcase and going to bed.
He falls asleep after hours of tossing and turning, not allowing himself to jerk off because he knows who he will be thinking about.
Blaine walks into class right on time again. He throws his briefcase on the table at the front of the room. He takes out the graded papers and drops them there.
"Come collect your papers," he says, then turns to the board to start writing out the day's outline. He watches Kurt pull himself out of his desk and saunter up, rummaging through the papers and snorting when he sees the giant red zero on the top of the page. He tosses the paper in the trash bin next to Blaine's desk, making his way back to his own desk and dropping down, sitting back with his legs spread wide.
Blaine caps his marker and narrows his eyes at Kurt as he approaches him in the front row.
"See me after class," he mumbles and walks back to the white board. He begins his lecture, doing his best to keep his eyes off of Kurt. He manages fairly well, though he notices Kurt's disgruntled looks and angry stare. When class ends, he sees Kurt trying to sneak off.
"Kurt. I believe we have a meeting set up," he says firmly.
Kurt sighs heavily and sits on top of his desk, watching the students file out. He crosses his arms and legs, causing the neckline of his sweater to fall down his shoulder.
"Yes?"
Blaine's eyes linger on Kurt's bare shoulder for a moment before he catches himself and looks up at his face.
"We need to have a chat about your essay. And your future in my class. At this university, even."
Kurt raises his eyebrows, looking down to check out his nails, completely unaffected by Blaine's words.
"I may not have been teaching for very long, but I know a thing or two," Blaine starts. "For instance, you were the last one to sign up for my class, which means that the other options must have been full. And given that you're a senior taking a 200 level class, you must need this class in order to graduate." Blaine pauses, giving his words time to sink in. But Kurt still doesn't respond, only looking up at Blaine through his eyelashes.
"So if I were you, I would start being a little more concerned about my grades," he says, shaken by both Kurt's lack of response and the way he's looking at him.
Kurt slides off the desk, less than a foot away from Blaine. He throws his messenger bag over his shoulder.
"So can I go now?"
Blaine almost steps away but holds his ground, refusing to be intimidated by the slightly taller student.
"No. Sit down."
Kurt rolls his eyes but sits back down, tilting his head to the side.
"Yes?"
"That first page of your paper was quite good. Had you simply expanded on that, the paper would have been acceptable."
"I had all fifteen pages," Kurt replies evenly, standing once more.
"You know the rest of it was inappropriate."
"Done yet?" Kurt asks, remaining expressionless except for a raised eyebrow. Blaine rubs his forehead and sighs heavily.
"Yes. Get out." Kurt moves to walk past him but pauses.
"Inappropriate, maybe. But I don't believe that you didn't imagine me sucking your 'global inflation' when you read it," he mutters, smirking as he leaves the room.
"Mr. Hummel! I will not tolerate this behavior!" Blaine yells after him, his face completely flushed. But Kurt just keeps walking, head held high as he goes down the hallway at a leisurely pace. Blaine glowers after him and slams his briefcase shut, walking down the hall in the opposite direction. It's going to be a long semester.
The next morning, Blaine arrives to his class early instead of right on time. He sets a quiz on each desk and waits for the students to file in.
He gets a glare from Kurt as he sits down and looks at the quiz. Blaine keeps a triumphant smile off his face. After fifteen minutes, he collects the quizzes, giving Kurt a pointed look.
He sets the class to work on some worksheets while he grades the quizzes. Kurt managed to get some of the answers right, but he left a smart ass comment in the extra credit section. Blaine rolls his eyes and gives him another zero, despite the fact that he got a majority of the answers correct.
He hands back the quizzes before dismissing the class. He packs up his briefcase, noticing that Kurt is lingering. He waits until the entire class is gone before he slams his test on Blaine's desk.
"What is this?"
"I told you I wasn't going to tolerate your behavior," Blaine says, not bothering to look up at him. He realizes that he's being rather unfair, but at this point it seems like the only way he can even somewhat try to control Kurt.
"It was a stupid joke!" Kurt snaps, glaring down at him.
"This class is not the appropriate forum for jokes," he says sternly.
"So you're on your, like, second year teaching and you already sound like a 40 year teacher asshole? Loosen up, would you?"
Blaine laughs and looks up at him. He hands him his quiz.
"You're dismissed." He writes in his gradebook, making sure Kurt sees he's giving him an F.
"I'll…please! I just need this fucking grade. I'll do…anything…" Kurt says, voice turning desperate now. Blaine smirks darkly at him.
"Oh, I don't doubt that."
Kurt glares at him.
"So what do you want? A blow job? I'll even let you come on my face. And you can give me a B, I'm not picky!" At these words, Blaine's face turns completely serious.
"Get out of here." But Kurt just shakes his head no, holding his quiz on the desk.
"You're better than that, Kurt." He pauses. "I'm better than that."
"Are we though?" Kurt purrs, leaning forward across the table.
"Leave."
Kurt just smirks darkly at him.
"See you next week, Blaine." He waves, stalking out of the classroom.
Blaine lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. His resolve had begun to waver as his cock had grown harder.
That night when he gets home, he jerks off thinking about Kurt, even though he knows it will just make things that much worse.