Teacher Teach Me
Mr. Anderson was the most attractive teacher to ever set foot in McKinley.
He was well known and liked by the student body after only being there for one day. He taught AP History and Music History, which luckily for Kurt were both classes Kurt had during the current semester. So he got 2 and a half hours every day to shamelessly stare at the beautiful man.
Mr. Anderson was also drop dead gorgeous. He was relatively tall, just an inch taller than Kurt. He had beautiful dark brown hair which he kept gelled to his head. He had large hazel eyes and perfectly tan skin. He also had a habit of wearing tight suits that accented every muscle the man had. Kurt knew from the minute he stepped into his class room on the first day of classes that he marks were going to suffer. And it was only the first day of school.
Kurt walked into his classroom Monday morning rather early, he liked one-on-one time with Mr. Anderson. Not only was he super attractive but he was nice to and always seemed to care about his students lives. So Kurt took his seat in the front of the class and pulled out his notebook in preperation for class.
"Good Morning Kurt," said Mr. Anderson with a dashing smile.
"Morning Mr. Anderson!" said Kurt, he mentally slapped himself for sounding so excited.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" the teacher asked who was leaning back against his desk facing Kurt's while eating an apple.
"Nothing, just a good weekend," he replied more calm this time.
"Oh I see," replied Mr. Anderson.
"How was your weekend?" asked Kurt.
"It was alright, thanks for asking," he said but his tone dropped considerably as if he was trying to push back a horrid memory.
"Are you okay Mr. Anderson?" said Kurt concern lacing his tone.
"Yah, it's just my boyfriend and I broke up this weekend is all," he said bluntly. Not even questioning whether or not to let Kurt know he was gay. This brought tears to Kurt's eyes. He had never met another openly gay person in his life other than Rachel's Dads.
As if one cue some one passing by in the hall yelled "Awh look faggot Hummel is crying like a little girl!" followed by laughs. Kurt's hands flew to his face and a sob wracked through his body. Mr. Anderson got up and walked swiftly to the door and targeted the people who were harrassing his student.
"Karofsky!" he said while he blood was boiling.
"Yes Mr. Anderson?" Karofsky asked innocently.
"I'll be seeing you in detention after school for the next two weeks, is that understood?" he said.
"But why?" Karofsky replied obviously angry.
"That comment you directed towards Mr. Hummel was harassment, homophobic and bullying. All which aren't allowed in schools, so I will be seeing you in detention!" and with that he stormed back to his classroom closing the door behind him and pulling the curtain over the window on the door. He noticed Kurt was still crying at his seat so he paged principle Figgins and made a quick arrangement for a substitute to bring his class to the computer lab so he could help the poor boy.
Kurt was oblivious to all of it. He just sat curled up in a small ball at his desk. He was used to the name but coming from Karofsky sent him into a panic attack. Ever since he threatened his life Kurt was always anxious and nervous in school. Mr. Anderson walked over to his desk to grab his water, then he brought it over for Kurt.
"Here have some water okay, then we can talk," he said in a comforting tone. Kurt gladly accepted the water then set it back down on the desk and murmurmed a quick thank you. Mr. Anderson brought a chair from a nerby desk over to be next to Kurt's.
"Kurt, was that the first time he's ever assulted you?" Mr. Anderson asked.
"No," Kurt said bluntly.
"What has he done to you?" Mr. Anderson's tone was laced with worry and concern for the poor innocent boy sitting in front of him who looked so broken.
"He-he pushes me into locker's and calls me names and stuff-" Kurt paused then with a reasurring look from Mr. Anderson he continued "he stole my first kiss and then he-" he couldn't finish the sentence because a violent round of sobs wracked through his body. Mr. Anderson engulfed him in a hug tears streaming down his own face.
Kurt felt like the biggest idiot in the world. He was pouring his heart out to his teacher whom he had known for a few weeks, and who probably didn't even care. So he left the safety he felt in Mr. Anderson's strong arms and started searching for his bag. Once he found it he started scramblimg to get up.
"I'm sorry for wasting your time" he said but before he could reach the doors Mr. Anderson blocked his way and captured him in another hug while petting his hair. Kurt's melted into his touch and let another fresh round of sobs take over his body.
"You are not wasting my time Kurt okay. I'm here for you," he said his cheeks also stained with tears because of the emotions he felt for the scared boy in front of him.
"We have to go to class..." Kurt said regretfully. In all honesty he would just like to stay embraced by Mr. Anderson.
"I got a supply and I'm your teacher all morning so you're excused, here-" he said handing the younger boy his water bottle again. "Drink this then we can talk a little bit more." While Kurt was drinking the water Mr. Anderson cleared his sheet music off the coach that sat against the side wall. He motioned for Kurt to join him.
Once they were both seated comfortably Mr. Anderson begain;
"Kurt, I know what you've been going through because I've been through it myself, I mean I'm only 23 so high school wasn't that long ago for me. I know how hateful people can be and I also no how unhelpful teacher's can be. But I'm not like other teachers okay? I'm going to help you get through this and we'll do it together. The biggest thing you need to remember is that you are not alone." Kurt nodded so the older man knew he was listening. Kurt just couldn't form words yet. He was getting sweaty from all the crying he did so he removed his sweater revealing toned, muscular flawless arms. Mr. Anderson's pants instantly got a little bit tighter so he crossed his legs and offered to take Kurt's coat and put it out of the way. While he was handing it over he noticed that Kurt's wrist was covered in cuts. Some looked faded and other's looked only days old.
"Kurt-" he began he grabbed the boys wrist and flipped it over so he could evaluate the cuts, some where rather deep and the other's were just slim shallow cuts. He found a practicularily large one that looked faded. "What was this one for?" he asked curiously.
"Um, after Karofsky, kissed me, he-he said that if I told anyone-that he would- that he would kill me."
"Oh my lord Kurt does anyone else know about this?" he asked.
"No, but please Mr. Anderson, please please please please please don't make me tell, please don't make me, please don't make me tell!" Kurt was crying again now and Mr. Anderson was holding him petting his hair.
"Kurt honey you can call me Blaine, and if you're not ready to tell people then I can't make you tell, but Kurt you have to know that things can't get better until you get help," Blaine was practically begging Kurt.
"I-I know but, he just. He's tried before, to you know...kill me, and if it wasn't for my friend Santana beating him up he would've suceeded and it was all because he overheard me saying I might tell Principle Figgins about the bullying."
"He-He tried to kill you Kurt? What did he do?" Blaine had a look of horror, pity, sadness, concern, anger and revenge in his eyes. Kurt didn't know whether to be touched or afraid of the look in Blaine's eyes. So Kurt decided to show im what Karofsky had done to his body. He lifted his t-shirt over his head to reveal his stomach, bruised and scratched with the word FAG written in scars over his chest.
Under different circumstances Blaine would have been rendered speechless at the beautiful boy sitting in front of him, and convieniently shirtless but this time all he could think about was the rage and anger building up in side in stomach. Then he felt the nausea and he ran to the trash can and hurled the contents of his stomach out. He was literally disgusted that some one, a human, could do that to such a sweet, caring boy. And all because he's gay.
Once Blaine was finished he walked back over to wear Kurt was sitting, he had tears in his eyes and his arms wrapped protectivley around his body. Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and he flinched away.
"Don't touch me wouldn't want to make you even more disgusted and then you'd have to vomit again!" Kurt cried, he obviously misunderstood Blaine's reasons for vomitting. He sighed and walked over to where Kurt was now perched on a desk. He moved Kurt's hands away from his mid-section and traced out the scars and then moved his way to trace out Kurt's lightly defined abs he had gotten from dancing and being on the cheerios.
"Kurt, you are beautiful, stunning and breath-takingly gorgeous. I wasn't disgusted by you and that is most certainly not the reason I vomitted. I just don't understand how some one could ever hurt some one as beautiful as and talented as you, because Kurt you are beautiful inside and out."
"I'm going to fix you Kurt, I'll help you get better. I promise, you are not alone" he said.
"Okay, thank you Mr. Ander- Blaine, thank you."
A/N: I'm so excited for wear this is going! I love teacher!Blaine and student!Kurt...