Hi, Welcome to my story. I do not own the characters. Please know that this is an AU fic, so it isn't the same as the show. Thanks for checking it out!

"Kurt.. I'm so glad you agreed to meet me here today." George Hummel said, smiling at his nephew. "Sit down.. please! There is something we need to discuss."
Little did Kurt Hummel know at the time, that that meeting would end with a deal.
Kurt's uncle was a teacher at Dalton, which was a reform school. The music teacher, who was George Hummel's friend, desperately needed help with the music program. And Kurt just so happened to be extremely talented when it came to music. And he was in need of cash.
The deal was, Kurt would go to Dalton on Mondays and Fridays, and teach the boys music. Or at least, a medium sized group of them, called "The Warblers". His uncle would pay him for it, AND he would be able to complete all of his community service hours. Which he really needed in order to graduate.
When he reminded his uncle that he still had to attend his own classes, he was simply told that he was "not to worry about it", for it would, "all be taken care of."
So Kurt hadn't asked questions.
But now that he was there, he thought maybe he should have.
It was Monday morning, and Kurt stood in the main office at Dalton. He had already gone through security, and he was now waiting for the principal to meet him, greet him, and direct him to where he needed to be. He looked out of the large glass wall, and several boys stared back at them. A tall, blonde one with dark green eyes smiled darkly at him, while a short one with light brown hair and blue eyes mouthed the words, "Wanna fuck?"
Kurt shook his head and turned around, completely aware of the fact that he was being watched.
"Good morning, Kurt." Said a tall, muscular man who was walking towards him. "My name is Principal Aberon. Welcome to Dalton." He smiled.
Kurt shook his hand, smiling nervously.
"It's a pleasure to.. uh.. be here." He said.
"Well Kurt, I should probably bring you down to Mr. Cappreino's music room, shouldn't I?" He said brightly.
"Yes, sir." Kurt replied politely.
I can't wait until home time..
The bell rang, and Principal Aberon opened the door for Kurt. Kurt thanked him and walked out into the hallway. As they walked towards the music room, Kurt witnessed THREE pairs of boys making out in the hallway. THREE.
The people at McKinley would positively DIE!
"Alright Kurt." Principal Aberon said quickly. "This is the music room. I suggest you don't leave it alone, but more importantly, don't be alone in there with a student. I have to go now."
"I understand, but.." Kurt turned around and saw that the principal was already gone. "O-kayyyy. I'm going inside now."
Kurt opened the door to the music room, and could barely see. He ran his hand over the wall, looking for a light switch. When he found one, he flicked it on, and looked around the room.
The room was almost ordinary, with the exception of the paintings.
Oh, the paintings! They were obviously done by someone with incredible talent. They were paintings of yellow birds, and music notes. There were three of them. Kurt moved closer to inspect one of them.
"Helloooo, Kurt!" Said a cheery voice behind him. "Welcooooooome, to Dalton! I'm SO happy you've agreed to help me with the music program!"
Kurt whipped around, and saw the music teacher, Mr. Cappreino.
"The Warbler's will be here next period. Are you excited to meet them? I'm sure you are!"
As Kurt would learn soon enough, Mr. Cappreino liked to answer his own questions.
"Would you like to sit down, Kurt? Of course you would! Go sit down at the back table!"
Kurt nodded quickly and walked towards his seat, where he waited for The Warblers to arrive.

The bell rang, and the door flung open. Kurt jumped and nearly fell out of his seat. A large group of boys pushed through the doorway, yelling and chatting with eachother.
One boy broke away from the group, and turned to face Kurt.
Kurt's heart skipped a beat, and he immeadiately crossed his legs.
This boy was gorgeous. He was a bit short, but he was gorgeous.
He had dark hair, hazel eyes and an amazing complexion.
The boy smirked, and moved quickly towards him.
"Well, what do we have here?" He asked, kneeling down in front of Kurt.
Kurt didn't say anything.
"Look, I know I'm smokin'. But you should try actually, oh I dunno, TALKING." He said.
"I wasn't.. I.." Kurt began.
"Please, Talk to me in ENGLISH."
"What do you want from me?" Kurt asked, finally able to talk.
"Honestly, babe? I want to be in you."
"Yeah, like that'll happen." Kurt snapped.
"Aww, c'mon baby!"
"I'm not your baby. You don't even know my name!"
"Three guesses. I get it right, you have to do whatever I want, for a whole DAY."
"What do I get if you don't guess right?"
"I do whatever YOU want for a whole day, babe." He winked at Kurt. "Deal?"
Kurt studied his face for a moment.
"C'mon.." The boy whispered.
"Fine. Deal." Kurt said.
"Your name is Kurt. Kurt Hummel."
Kurt jumped up.
"WHAT? How did you know that? That's not fair!" He protested.
Mr. Cappreino whistled at the front, attempting to capture the attention of The Warblers.
"I read some files in the main office."
"How did you get them?"
"I can be unbelievably persuasive, Kurt.." The dark-haired boy whispered, moving even closer to Kurt.
Kurt sat down again.
Bad move.
He continued to move closer to Kurt. So close, in fact, that Kurt could feel his breath on his skin. Kurt tensed, willing himself not to blush. Not to move. Not to speak.
Their lips were almost touching, and Kurt cursed himself for wanting to kiss him.
Mr. Cappreino cleared his throat, and the entire group of boys turned around to face the two at the back.
"Don't forget about our deal." He whispered to Kurt.
He stepped away from Kurt, who breathed a sigh of relief.
But at the same time...
Kurt didn't want him to leave.
The boy turned to leave, but stopped.
"By the way.. The name is Blaine. Blaine Anderson." He said quietly, smirking at Kurt. "Remember it. You'll be screaming it later." He winked and walked towards his seat.

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