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Kurt Hummel looked around the classroom in utter disgust. He had never hated anywhere more than McKinley High and yet here he was again. The walls were still that horrific off white color and the tables still had gum stuck on the underneath, nothing had changed. He walked over to the teacher's desk at the front and examined his lesson timetable. He was scheduled to teach senior English next and he was disappointed to realize that it wouldn't be AP. He'd never had much patience with people who didn't get things as quickly as he did, considering that he really shouldn't have become a teacher.

Kurt watched as the desks slowly filled with students, remembering when he had been their age. He'd been so ready to get the hell out of Ohio and out to New York, so convinced that he was going to be a star but when the acceptance letters came and it hadn't been an acceptance letter, he went off to study English instead. The only practical route out of that to get a job, was to become a teacher. And you can guess the only place that was hiring.

Most of his old McKinley friends had left, Rachel was in New York, Puck and Mercedes were in LA, the only person who had stayed was Finn, him and Rachel had had a messy break up and he'd thought it was best. He was now a full partner at their Dad's garage and in a couple of years the whole place would be his.

Kurt wrote "Mr. Hummel" on the black board, before turning back to stare at the room full of seniors as they threw paper balls across the classroom, bullied others kids and chattered happily. The type of teenager hadn't changed in the 5 years that he had been absent from McKinley High, there were still the jocks, the geeks, the cheerleaders, the...his eyes widened slightly at the newest addition to the classroom.

The boy looked up from where he had just come in the door and saw his teacher gawping at him. Kurt decided he should probably close his mouth. The boy just smiled cockily and headed to the very back of the classroom.

His legs were a little on the short side, but that was made up for by the ripped and ridiculously skinny black jeans he was wearing. His ass looked fantastic. The boy took of his leather jacket, revealing a worn-looking white V-neck, which showed off just the right amount of dark chest hair. Kurt's eyes traveled up to the boys face.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

Piercings. Lots of Piercings. Eyebrow, ears...oh God and tongue. That smile was still curving those perfectly full lips, as his tongue licked at them playfully. There was a cut down his cheek and beneath that very thin top Kurt could see evidence of a purple bruise. He had never been so turned on by the pure look of a person.

Kurt Hummel had never been one of those people who looked for a bad boy, or even had ever found that kind of thing attractive. But boy was he eating his words now. He just wanted to put a hand in those messy curls...

The bell went and Kurt jumped about the foot in the air. He'd completely forgotten where he was, who he was and what on Earth he was doing there. His whole brain had been taken over with thoughts of, Kurt gulped in realization, a student. He was a teacher and the way he had been thinking about that poor kid was completely inappropriate, even if he was only 23.

Kurt picked up the roll call in order to have something to do, something teacher-like. He looked down at the names, they were in alphabetical by first names now, so maybe something had changed. He called for silence, something that was vaguely achieved, before starting down the list of names.

He refused to admit that he was waiting to hear the voice of the boy who sat lounging at the back of the room, as the names diminished he found himself looking up eagerly to see who would answer. Until there was just one name left. He looked at it in confusion, surely it couldn't be the last name, he turned over the sheet before determining that it really was the last name. He'd been expecting something a little more...rock and roll.

"Walter Anderson?" he called out, trying to hide his slight disappointment. The class fell deadly silent, each turning in their seats, eyes wide, to stare at the boy at the back. The smile was gone and in it's place was a look of pure anger and disgust. Kurt's heart dropped. There was no way he found that look incredibly sexy.

"Blaine," said the boy, his voice low and gravelly. Kurt was now lost in a mixture of being really turned on, worried and confused. But mostly turned on.

"What?" he asked, eventually. The boy rolled his eyes and stood up, Kurt was concentrating too much on not staring at his ass to really object.

Walter or Blaine...or whatever he was called was right at the front now, his hazel eyes were burning into Kurt's blue ones as he lent down. Kurt's heart was racing and he stared purposefully hard at the paper in front of him, rather than the way that the boys jeans dragged slightly lower as he bent over, showing just the right amount of boxers.

The boy's hand grabbed his own, the skin burning hot as he pulled their clasped hands (Kurt knew that he really needed to pull his own hand away, but the rough skin was so curious that he couldn't bring himself to do it) and the pen down the register to the his name He forced their hands to scratch out the name, writing underneath "Blaine". Kurt could hear the boys pierced tongue clacking against his teeth, and he tried to find the noise irritating. But it was impossible to think of it as anything but damn hot.

Blaine let go of his hand and pulled away, stalking out of the classroom. Kurt gasped a lung full of air, realizing he hadn't breathed throughout the whole experience. He didn't bother to chase after the boy, he couldn't bare to think what might happen if he did, he just continued on with his lesson. By the time the bell went he could still feel his skin prickling from the contact with that warm, rough skin.

Kurt was fairly sure his teaching for the whole day had been terrible, but somehow he couldn't find in himself to really care that much. All he could think of was the strange boy. He headed towards his old choir room, he'd promised Mr Schuester – well he guessed he should call him Will now – that he would drop by once school was finished and he saw no reason to cancel this just because of a run in with particularly odd student. Anyway, he might know something.

Mr Schuester had continued to teach after all the Glee kids had left, and was now on his 5th consecutive Nationals win. He'd made sure to keep in touch with all the original Glee kids and when Kurt had been looking for a job it had been Will who had put in a good word for him here.

Kurt sat down in the man's office and Will offered him a large cup of coffee, which he accepted gratefully. "So, how was your first day?" he asked and Kurt thought about it, not sure if he wanted to let the man know the full details of his day.

"It was okay," he answered hesitantly and Will grinned knowingly.

"Come on, out with it." Kurt felt slightly ashamed that he'd been quite so obvious, but now was an opportunity to talk to someone about what had been bothering him all day. Or rather who had bothering him all day.

"Well," he paused, thinking about how to word what he wanted to say without making himself out to be some sort of creep. Although considering the way he had stared at the boy, he probably was. "I had a Senior English class today, it was my first lesson actually teaching, and there was this boy..."

Will sighed in realization, and Kurt freaked, really hoping that his old teacher didn't suspect that Kurt thought of the boy as anything but a student.

"The Anderson boy?" Kurt nodded in astonishment, his eyebrows being swallowed up by his hairline. "You didn't call him by his first name did you?" he nodded and Will pulled a face. "Sorry, I should have warned you about that one. He hates being called Walter, everyone has to call him by his middle name, Blaine, or he throws a fit and storms out."

"That sounds familiar," Kurt admitted and Will just laughed a little.

"Don't worry, you won't see him again." Kurt looked at him in utter confusion. Of course he would see him again, he was Blaine's English teacher, there wasn't exactly anyway he could avoid him. Not that wanted to. "He only ever comes into school for the first day of school and any exams he has to do," the other man explained, helpfully. Kurt's brow furrowed, wondering how on earth the education board allowed that to happen.

"Why?" he asked, and Will just shrugged.

"I don't know," he said, honestly. "He comes in, answers exactly enough questions to pass, then leaves the exam. The kid's smart you gotta give him that, everything he answers is right, but he doesn't even turn up for the English exams. Though he'll need to retake this year to make sure he actually graduates."

Kurt just nodded. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he'd never see the mysterious boy again, or at least not for a while. There was so much more to him than everyone saw, Kurt could just sense it. And as dangerous as getting close to Blaine Anderson would be, Kurt couldn't help wanting to.

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