WARNINGS: m/m, Blaine/Sebastian at the beginning (don't worry, I'm for team Klaine and happy endings), Teacher!Blaine and Student!Kurt, MPreg!Kurt (later on) + some issues with that but more warnings will follow in the particular chapters, some sexual contents (SMUT OBVIOUSLY, DUH), mentions of self harm (also more warnings will follow) — DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

A/N: So this took me forever to write. I'm kind of busy all the time with school but writing this fan fiction is the only thing that keeps me distracted from all of that so it's kind of my excuse to drift into my own little world before I have to concentrate back on school things. I'll try to always update a.s.a.p, but I won't promise anything (just in case). SO ENJOY! Also, I appreciate reviews, comments and all that :)

I'll throw a round of cookies for the first three people that review, just to motivate you guys ;P

(And yes, the title of this fan fiction is because I got inspired by Jessie J's song 'Who You Are'...)

Chapter One

The birds outside of Blaine's bedroom window were chirping loudly and the sun was shining through the tiny gaps in the blinds. Blaine stretched out in his king-sized bed, before he snuggled back into the pillows, blinking an eye open to check his watch on his nightstand.

He frowned as he read 10am and picked up his watch, slowly sitting upright in the bed. He glanced to his right, noticing the other half of the bed was already made and a little note was sitting on top of the pillow.

He squinted at it, then picked it up.

Morning gorgeous,

figured you could use some sleep so I shut off your alarm. My boss called and asked if I could come in and set up the meeting for monday. I'll be back a.s.a.p, promise. Maybe we can continue where we stopped last night? ;)

xx Seb

Blaine rolled his eyes in a fondly manner and put the note back down along with his watch, standing up and stretching once more. He reached for his phone and typed out a quick text to his boyfriend.

You're too good to me. Don't remember the last time I slept in. I'll make sure to pay you back for that! xx —B

The reply came within a few seconds.

Pay me back, hm? I like the sound of that. When, where and… how? ;) —S

Not in that way, you idiot. But nice try. I was actually thinking about making my special pasta for you :P —B

Aw, too bad. The pasta sounds good too though. Do I at least get your special dessert too? —S

Blaine grinned down at his phone. Maybe… —B

He quickly made his side of the bed as well, then walked into the bathroom to shower. He was feeling more relaxed than he was yesterday, probably due to the full-nights sleep. Getting rid of his boxers and tossing them aside, he turned on the water and stepped under the stream of the shower, letting out the softest of sighs as the hot water hit his naked skin.

He started humming a random tune under his breath, rubbing the soap into his skin. On weekdays he would be sitting in school right now, teaching some ignorant kids about english literature and afterwards helping William out in Glee club.

He loved his job dearly, he really did, but there had been days where he'd just wanted to escape the school and it's stress, days where he'd wanted to throw away his career as a teacher and just start over — do something else, something completely different. But he couldn't do that. There was no way he could actually do something he'd been wanting to do for years, even since he could think.

He couldn't help but wonder what his life would've been like, if he'd done things differently in the past. Would he be still in Ohio? Would he be on Broadway maybe? And would he be living with Sebastian?

Blaine winced as he accidentally rubbed some soap into his eye, quickly rinsing it out. He sighed as he got the burning to stop and leaned against the wall of the shower, running a hand over his face.

Stop thinking, just — goddamnit. Stop thinking, Blaine thought, mentally slapping himself for thinking about things he could have or even should have done differently. He always ended up regretting letting his mind wander anyway, so why was he still doing it? Probably because he just really wanted to know where he would've been headed in life.

Shaking his head, he stepped out of the shower and reached for his towel. He glanced at himself in the mirror and swallowed thickly as he considered his reflection. He ran his hands up and down his face, deciding to leave the bit of stubble for today. He wasn't in the mood to shave, or even gel his hair. Weird what a couple of thoughts can do to me, Blaine thought with a scoff.

Blaine dried his hair and left it unruly and curly, deciding he felt more comfortable like this for now. Once he got back to the bedroom he picked out an outfit for the day, going for a simple blue shirt along with one of his favorite cardigans, a tight pair of pants and black dress shoes.

He weighed the pros and cons about going out for a coffee and came to the conclusion that yes, he definitely wanted to go outside. He wanted to clear his head a little, stop his train of thoughts and just have a coffee in peace. Quiet and peace. That's exactly what he needed.

Grabbing his wallet, keys and phone he made his way to the door, checking if he had enough money before he walked out to his car and jumped in. The radio was turned on, but he shut it off instantly for no apparent reason. Blaine somehow enjoyed a quiet drive lately.

It took him 10 minutes to get to his nearest coffee shop and he even found a parking spot not too far away from the entrance. Lucky me, he thought, being sarcastic even in his head.

Hopping out of the car he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and seeing that it was another text from his boyfriend, he quickly unlocked his phone to see the message. What he didn't see, though, was a younger boy with chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes, walking straight up to him, looking down at his phone as well.

Blaine looked up at the last second, but it was already too late. The cup of coffee the young boy had been holding flew out of his hand as the two bumped together, causing Blaine to land right on his butt.

"Oh my— shit. Are you okay?" The young boy extended a hand to Blaine, helping him up before picking up the now empty cup of coffee and tossing it into the trash a step away from them. "I didn't look where I was going! I'm so sorry!"

Blaine brushed off his pants and shook his head, smiling softly. "It's fine, don't worry," he said, running a hand through his hair, shooting the boy a worried look. "I'm good… I just think your jacket is the the worse injured one of us," he replied, gesturing towards the huge coffee stain right in the middle of the jacket.

"Hm?" The boy asked, looking down at his jacket. Blaine could tell he was speechless from the way he was gasping. Also, he recognized the jacket and he knew it wasn't cheap either. "Oh my god, oh my god!" The boy repeated like a mantra.

"Look, this was totally my fault," Blaine explained.

"What?" The young boy muttered, his eyes still wide in shock. "No— what? It wasn't. It was both of us," he said, chuckling humorlessly. "I better go and get this stain out. If I don't do it now, I probably can't save the jacket at all," he added in a rush and had already turned around as Blaine reached for his arm.

"No, please. Let me help you out." Blaine chuckled. "This is Marc Jacobs, right? I've got quite a bit knowledge about the pricing and I can tell it was a whole lot of money, am I right?"

The boy nodded dumbly, tilting his head to the side as Blaine pulled out his wallet and took out a few bills, handing them to him.

"Here, take this," he offered. "I know it's not that much, but maybe you can let it get cleaned from professionals to make it look new again," Blaine laughed softly, biting his lip.

The boy eyed the money curiously. "I'm sorry, but… what makes you think you need to give me money?" He said, slowly pushing Blaine's hand with the money from him. "I'm not some kind of charity case, if that's what you think. I don't need your money, thank you." He muttered, shooting Blaine an angry and kind of upset glare.

"Uh, what?" Blaine replied, shaking his head quickly. "No, please. No, that's not what I meant. I just… I wanted to help." He raised his eyebrows at the boy. "Why would I think you're a charity case? You're probably anything but that. I'm sorry. I was too forward. I tend to do that," Blaine chuckled and put his money back into his wallet, pushing it back into the pocket of his pants.

"I'm really sorry— …um, I didn't catch your name." Blaine awkwardly shifted on his spot, hoping he hadn't scared the boy too much. He should maybe work on not being too forward with stuff. But he'd just tried to be nice and polite… in his way.

"Kurt," he said, a small smile making its way onto his face. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have reacted like that. You just… caught me off guard." The boy — Kurt — said, causing Blaine to smile at him.

"In this case, it's nice to meet you Kurt. I'm Blaine," he grinned. "It would've been even nicer under different circumstances, though."

Blaine offered to drive Kurt to the city to get his jacket cleaned up. This time Kurt gladly took the offer and they walked to Blaine's car, Blaine of course, being a gentleman and holding the door open for Kurt.

"So, Blaine. Despite having ruined my jacket today, how about you make it up to me and buy me a coffee? That's why you came there too, wasn't it? And I barely had a sip of mine, so it'd only be fair, right?" Kurt teased, looking over at Blaine with a grin.

Blaine couldn't help but smile for real this time. "I think that sounds fair. Let's do that."

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