Day 4 of Klaine Haitus Madness. Another cute little drabble.

Disclaimer I don't own Glee.

Mr. Anderson straightened his tie as he looked at his class, "You see, it's not always easy to know what the writer was trying to say. Maybe a rose really was a rose, or maybe, the rose represents innocence. But it doesn't matter what the author was saying what matters is that us, the readers take it and interpret the story, or poem, on our own. And that's why-"

The door to the classroom slammed up, and in strutted Kurt Hummel, reeking of cigarette smoke. "Sorry I was late Mr. A." Kurt sat on top of the teachers desk, "Wait, no I'm not."

"Mr. Hummel, this is the third time this week you've been late, I have to insist you come see me after school."

"Sure I might be able to squeeze you into my tight schedule." Blaine swallowed turning to the board to compose himself, his student shouldn't make him react that way.

"Okay class get started on your homework, lecture is over."


Kurt barged into the english classroom not long after school let out, turning to shut, and lock the door. "So Blaine what can I do you for today?"

"It's Mr. Anderson, Kurt." Blaine stressed, not letting the student get to him.

Kurt pursed his lips, putting one foot on the arm of Blaine's chair, "You wasn't correcting me over the summer."

"Over the summer I didn't know you was only seventeen and was going to be my student. I was lonely and I thought a night at the bar was better than another night with Harry Potter." Blaine said, forcing himself to stay looking at his pupils face instead of letting his eyes wonder. "I'm sorry. But what happened that night has to be forgotten. You have to focus on your school work. The teacher's say you were a great student, but you came back and its like you don't care."

Kurt stood moving away from Blaine, a hand going through his pink streak hair. "I don't care! Why should I? Everything and everyone I ever care about vanishes. So I'm done caring."

"Kurt-"

"No. Don't." Kurt said, forcing his walls to stay up as he made his way back to the door, before he could unlock it two arms were wrapped around him, lips right below his ear.

"Stop it Kurt. I know the last few months have been hard on you but stop acting like you don't care." Blaine whispered, well aware of the fact this was breaking rules. He let go of Kurt, taking a step back.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's arms, "Then show me there's a reason to care! Show me that someone will stay in my life and won't leave me!"

Blaine sighed, he couldn't give Kurt what he wants, not if he wanted to keep his job anyways "This meeting is over. Now to go to the safety of my hobbit hole. Maybe a random visitor will stop by?"


Blaine wasn't surprised to see Kurt waiting in his house, a cigarette stuck between his lips, but it was unlit. "How did you get in?"

Kurt shrugged, "No one ever locks their bathroom windows. Someone as small and flexible as me can easily sneak in. I took all movies hobbit or magic related away while I waited, but I'm sure we can find something else to occupy your time?"

Blaine gulped, watching as Kurt pulled off his jacket revealing a tight top. "Yeah, I'm sure we can."


Author's Note. Try as I might I couldn't get sex to fit in. Sorry.