Title: Mister Anderson
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: M+
Characters/Pairing: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe
Word Count: 421
Summary: "Mr. Anderson, huh? Is that they're calling you these days?" Sebastian asked from the doorway of Blaine's office.
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy or anything else related to the FOX universe..
Anonymous on Tumblr prompted a fic starting with the sentence: "Mr. Anderson, huh? Is that they're calling you these days?" Sebastian asked from the doorway of Blaine's office.
Blaine nearly toppled out of his chair in shock at the unexpected voice, his feet clattering off the desk as he adjusted his bow tie and smoothed down his hair and felt his cheeks warm under Sebastian's inquiring smirk. It wasn't fair that the other boy looked so casual, so utterly charming as he leaned against the doorway.
"Well, it wouldn't be…um…right if they just called me 'Blaine'," he said weakly, not even sure he understood why. It was something the Dean had said but the reasons escaped him right now. He still struggled with it sometimes. He was only a year, maybe a little more, than most of the people he was meant to be coaching.
"I think it's hot," Sebastian said, sauntering into the room and approaching the desk. Blaine had the distinct impression Sebastian was approaching him like a cat stalking a piece of prey it had found alluring. "It's cute you can still do the bashful schoolboy thing and you get a title like a teacher."
Blaine could feel his heart stuttering in his chest, his stomach unsure whether it was inside out or not because it was definitely attempting to flip back and forth. His face was hot - way too hot - and not in the way that Sebastian meant either. There was too much blood in his face. Oh God.
Sebastian sat on the edge of his desk, an index finger hovering an inch from Blaine's chin. He ached to have Sebastian touch him, to know what it felt like to give into something that was quite probably sinful, but Sebastian appeared to be terribly amused by something and he refrained from leaning into the touch.
"Tell me, Sir," Sebastian said, his grin widening when he evidently saw the way Blaine's breathing hitched in his throat. "Is there anything I can do for extra credit?"
Blaine knew that there was blood now going in two different directions and neither of them was helpful to appearing unaffected by Sebastian's teasing. He was at work. He was at Dalton. He couldn't just-
"Please don't call my parents," Sebastian whispered, glancing at the door before leaning close enough to Blaine that he could feel the warm exhale of his breath tickling across the tiny hairs on his face. "I'll do anything, Mister Anderson."
Even though Blaine knew Sebastian wasn't a student anymore, he knew he was so, so screwed.
~TBC~
Author's Note: I am in the midst of writing a Part II for this, which will appear as a second chapter.