A/N:

So I just deleted the chapters and uploaded new ones so that those of you who followed, favorited, and reviewed this story wouldn't lose those things. Not much in the first four chapters is different save some grammar fixes and things like that. Chapter five is where I've started to add and take away some things, but I promise that this story will still be following the same plot line an everything, and anything I add is because I felt that the relationship progression was going too quickly as I had written it. That being said, Ill let you read now, and I hope you enjoy!

Blaine sighed and crossed his arms as he glanced around at the chaotic classroom around him. He'd know he'd wanted to be a teacher for years; he honestly enjoyed giving people knowledge, and he loved to see people learn and thrive and make something great out of themselves. The only problem with this school, however, was he couldn't see any of the students in front of him currently, or those from previous classes, reaching their goals and/or becoming successful people in the future. The only future he could see for most of these kids would be half-assed burger flippers and druggies without a penny to their name. Maybe that was harsh, but it was the truth.

The kids around him weren't paying the man the slightest attention, opting instead to throw paper across the room and yell at people on the complete opposite side of the confined space. It was the last period of the day which meant that these kids were awake and energized, much to Blaine's disappointment. They were chatting so loud and banging on every surface with either a pencil, a hand or something in between, so much so that the new teacher was sure to soon get noise complaints from others around him. He was also pretty sure someone in the back was hiding a squirrel under their desk and was letting it eat away at his jacket; he honestly didn't want to know.

It was his first day and he could already feel himself regretting accepting this job.

Blaine Anderson had been a teacher for quite a while, and he knew how to handle a group of loud, churlish kids. He could make anyone pay attention to him seeing as how his dominance radiated off him in waves. Of course, he was a vampire after all. If his dominance trick didn't work right away, he always had his friend compulsion on his side (Not that he would even consider using it, that was against his rules, but it was there nonetheless).

He'd quickly had enough of the ruckus. Blaine sucked in a deep breath before yelling as loud as he deemed appropriate for the teeny classroom.

"Alright, enough! Settle your asses down! Any of you so much as cough and I'm giving you all detentions." The room instantly quieted, much to his delight. "Great." He clapped his hands together while smiling. "I'm Mr. Anderson, your maths teacher this year. Most of you are probably aware of the… shall we say predicament that Mrs. Pelletier unfortunately managed to get herself into at the end of last year, so I'll be replacing her for this school year." A few students tittered at the mention of last year's teacher. Let's just say she ended up in a very unorthodox situation in the teachers' lounge with some whipped cream and a janitor. Oh, public school.

"As you know, this is going to your Algebra 2 and Pre-Calc preparation course. I hope you know that I'll be expecting a lot out of you, especially because you are all seniors and you should be able to handle such high expectations by this point in your high school careers. Now, I'd like to start the school year on an easy note, so today we're just gonna go over the syllabus for the year and introduce ourselves a bit." The students sighed in relief, even if they hadn't done anything like that since elementary, it was nice to have a break from the endless work they did that day.

"So, we'll start with intros. I'm Blaine Anderson, I graduated from NYU not too long ago, coffee fuels my every waking moment, and I enjoy longs walks on the beach," he smiled. A few students laughed softly under their breaths, most obviously not impressed with his little joke. "Okay, tough crowd. So, I'm going to call names from the roster, and when I get to you I want you to tell the class three interesting things about yourself, as I have just demonstrated. Capisce?" Many of them nodded slightly. Blaine took that as a good sign and began calling names from the sheet in front of him.

Many of the things he received from the group were similar and blasé, most talking about dreams to become professional athletes or cheerleaders or something of the like, and he even had one girl who said she was going to become a unicorn and poop candy bars like her cat, which he found quite worrisome and hoped that she wasn't on drugs or something. He'll admit, some of the details about people's lives were a bit more personal than was appropriate, but he continued on nonetheless.

Once the teacher reached the middle of the roster, he found a name that sounded strangely familiar. After pausing for a quick moment of racking his brains to figure out where he'd known the name from, he called out, "Kurt Hummel?"

He could sense someone tensing up once upon the last syllable leaving his mouth. He glanced up from the paper, searching for the student.

Gods, where had he heard that name?

Before finding the culprit a high, timid voice rang out. As soon as his eyes met sparkling blue ones from across the room he knew exactly why he distinctly remembered the name. Everything about the boy screamed supernatural being, from the mystifying sparkle in his eye to the slightly pointed tips of his ears to his clear, melodious voice that no human could possibly possess. The boy seemed to recognize Blaine for a moment as well, or at least what he was. His breath hitched after meeting the teacher's soft hazel eyes. He quickly recovered himself as to not raise suspicion.

Clearing his throat, Kurt spoke quietly, but with confidence, never once breaking eye contact with the vampire in front of him. "I'm Kurt, I quite like Broadway musicals and theater in general, I sing, and I may have a slight obsession with clothes and their designers," Kurt finished as quickly as possible. Blaine tipped his head towards the boy.

"That's wonderful, Kurt, thank you." He held eye contact with the boy for longer than was probably appropriate before letting his eyes roam down the list once more, calling out the next name. For the rest of the intro time, Blaine barely paid attention to anything said to him, instead letting his mind wander over the pale teenager in the back of the classroom. The universe had to be playing a cruel fucking game with him. His family had warned him about the wrath that the Hummel clan held towards their kind, and now he had to spend five days a week for an entire year with one.

Fuck.

This was going to be an interesting year.

Kurt hung his head and clutched his books to his chest while walking to his last class of the day: Algebra 2 and Pre-Calc Prep. He had no idea how he ended up in that class, seeing as how he'd already taken Algebra 2 last year, but he wasn't going to complain. He would be able to breeze through the material and earn an easy- A this way.

The halls were loud and crowded with students, causing the boy to want to be in the classroom as soon as possible. He hadn't had too many run-ins with Karosfsky or his followers that day, thank God.

As he rounded the corner, Mercedes caught up with him and instantly began chatting.

"So I heard from Tina who heard from Jane who talked to Anna who overheard a Cheerio's convo that this knew maths teacher is a total babe. And, judging by his choice of outfit and hair style, he's a perfect gold star gay," she finished with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows while hitting Kurt's shoulder with her own. He chuckled at his ridiculous friend.

"Well hello to you too. Cedes, may I remind you that one, I am not looking for a relationship right now, and two, I know what you just thought about was illegal and would never happen. But if what you say about him being hot is any bit true, than I guess we have eye candy all sorted out for this year, yeah?" The girl laughed.

"Guess so."

They walked into their last class of the day, one that they thankfully shared, and sat in the back. "So, serious question. What's this I heard about you and Mr. Between-the-Sheets going on a date from Rachel? I thought you swore off relationships until college." She turned in the plastic chair to face him, a confused but curious look written over her face. Kurt sighed.

"It wasn't a date, Mercedes, we just bumped into each other again at the Lima Bean and started talking. And you're right. About the boyfriend thing, I mean. I want nothing to do with relationships right now." The bell rang signaling the start of class. "Now shush and pay attention."

"Oh, Kurtsie, did you want to go to the auditorium after school later and watch glee auditions?" she asked.

The teacher walked through the door just as the ringing of the bell had ended and stood in front of the class, yet the students didn't cease shouting or throwing various things around the room. As Kurt glanced up at the man he found that the Cheerios were absolutely right: this guy could have been mistaken for a god he was so attractive. He crossed his arms, obviously annoyed that his students weren't paying him any attention. Kurt looked at his arms as he did so, filing the image of toned muscles bulging in tight sleeves away in his mind for later.

"Jones, please. There won't be any auditions to watch. Glee is still at the bottom of the food chain, remember? No one wants to join." His best friend sighed sadly. Of course she knew. They witnessed three of the members of the club get slushied that morning before they even walked in the front door.

"Ok fine. How 'bout we go to the movies then? There's that new rom-com that I know you've been dyin' to see, white boy. And we barely spent any time together this summer; you can't say no." Kurt smiled and nodded his head. They needed some time together before they were swamped with tests and homework and glee assignments and practices, that was for sure.

They ceased the conversation and pulled out the necessary materials for the class. Kurt presumed that the teacher had had enough of the noise as he all but yelled at the class to shut up. Even the man's voice was hot. Everything about him screamed dominance in a familiar way that the boy couldn't place.

"So, we'll start with intros. I'm Blaine Anderson…" Kurt's head whipped up at that name. Anderson. Any thoughts he previously had about enjoying this class were chucked out the window and replaced with fear.

"Kurt, you okay?" Mercedes questioned the boy's strange behavior. He continued to stare with widened eyes as the teacher began calling names that were deaf to Kurt's ears.

His thoughts swirled around in his mind fast and dangerously. His mom warned him about the Andersons. She knew the things they did, she'd seen it. She'd fallen victim to it. They were dangerous and killed without question. They took innocent lives only to further help their own. They were disgusting creatures. They were vampires.

Ugly, nasty, ruthless beings that prayed on Kurt's kind and things he should stay far, far away from. Being the student of one of those things was going to crush his grades tremendously.

Kurt was ripped from his thoughts when he heard his name being called. He tensed at being acknowledged by a thing of nightmares, trying to remember what the teacher had said earlier.

Three things about himself, right. He looked at the vampire and saw recognition briefly flash over his features.

Oh that was not good. He knew the boy and most likely what he was.

Shit.

Kurt was in for a horrible year.