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Some people collected virginities, but it wasn't like that. Blaine just liked... he liked showing them that he wasn't all he appeared to be - he wasn't what they originally had him pegged as. He wanted to show them that was much more than just an intelligent, articulate and damn sexy English teacher.
People just thought they knew him. They didn't know a damn thing.
He never stayed at one school for a very long. He chose one student per school and there was no way that he could stay for long. That would be far too nice to the student after he'd made them so dependent on him, after they'd handed all of themselves over to him. The way he worked was the cold turkey technique. He'd give them a night they'd never forget, and then he'd abandon them.
On his first day he'd scope out whatever senior class he'd been given, and there was always one. Always. Ice eyes, gorgeous skin and groomed hair. Jeff, the boy from his last school had been called. Blonde and beautiful and... trusting. The flirting was nothing noticeable. They were just subtle signs that ended up implanted in their minds letting them know that their teacher was actually, funnily enough, exactly their type. When he knew he'd made his mark in their head, he'd arrange to get them alone. After class, during lunch, somehow - and when they were alone with someone that they were programmed to fall for, there wasn't anything - law nor self-consciousness - that would stop them coming forward. Blaine would be willing yet hesitant - but charming, irresistible and their relationship would begin. He liked to keep a log, detailing the progress of this relationship, for the month or two that it lasted. It transformed the relationships from something illegal, into a fun little project. So maybe he wasn't a science teacher, but there was nothing wrong with experimenting, was there?
Their relationship naturally came to be more intimate over time, and that was when the fun really began. Dates that ended in make-out sessions in his car, or grinding when they got a spare ten minutes alone in the school. When he finally invited them over to his house for a whole night, he made sure they were ready for a lot more. It was usually their first time, and would definitely be their third, fourth and fifth, at least. The words sex marathon would probably be the most accurate to use, not that they'd ever really heard of such a thing at the ripe age of sixteen or seventeen; however, even if they hadn't by the end of the night they were experts. He'd work them so hard they couldn't see straight afterward. They'd always comply with his wishes, because of how much they cared for him. They knew he would never take advantage of them, that he would only move things at their pace, and that he would never make them uncomfortable. Blaine had a talent for making sure that they were comfortable and ready, and they never complained. Unless Oh God, Blaine, more! was a complaint.
And after that night... Ah, after that night, and some sore, tender morning sex; Blaine would see them out of his apartment, and out of his life. Calls stopped, and he wouldn't return their texts. He'd call the school to say he was sorry for the abrupt notice, but he'd received a job offer elsewhere that was too good to miss. Coming from money meant he could easily take a couple of weeks off to find a new school and a new apartment, where the whole routine would start again.
It was an interest for him; something to do. Marriage, family, he would think about that when he was old. Right now he was young and fit and he had an infinite number of potential teenage lays at his feet. He'd never stopped to think about why he did it, other than the fact that it was enjoyable as Hell. There was something about receiving the full, unbridled trust of a young boy and then shattering it. Leaving them lost without him, numb and empty with their virginities out the window and their idea of a healthy relationship warped. He liked having that impact over their life, their hearts. It was... nice.
Jeff had been a particularly good time. So open and naive for his age and absolutely stunning. He was putty in Blaine's hands from the start, easily manipulated in matters outside the bedroom and in. Blaine was, truth be told, a little sad to be leaving him, especially since his nature meant he had fallen for Blaine exceptionally quickly. But he wasn't in this game for love. That was down to the people who cared for long term engagements, and that wasn't him, not at all.
He remembered driving past Dalton on his way to his new place, when the boys were streaming out after class, and he caught a glimpse of Jeff, head down, eyes on his feet, hands in his pocket, several feet behind his friends. He looked positively shattered. It was beautiful.
He'd probably take a look back at Jeff's page in his diary in time, as he did with the rest of his conquests, but for now he had to concentrate on new things. His new start, his new life and most definitely his new student, at McKinley High.
The title is taken from John Keats' poem To Autumn.