Chapter 1

A/N: Hi everyone! First off please don't make fun of the title. I just can't think of anything else.

This is my second fic so it might not be perfect.

I hope you all enjoy and review. I would love to hear your response to it.

So enjoy!

"Hello, class." Professor Hummel addressed his new musical theatre class. "My name is Kurt Hummel and welcome to Musical Theatre 101. I'll begin by calling roll. Anderson..." he didn't get a reply so he moved on until he was close to the end, " Lopez?

"Here." A Latin girl who wore a stunning blue dress and high heels that matched said.

"Pier-" Professor Hummel was saying until someone rushed into his class room obviously out of breath.

"You must be Anderson." Kurt said without looking up from his class list.

The boy just stood there admiring the beautiful man before him until he realized where he was, "Y-yes Professor." the new comer stammered out.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "You should know something about my class, Anderson" he stopped for a moment to finally look at the boy, "I do not tolerate being late. One more time and you're out of here." He stated simply.

"What!?" The boy asked horrified. "It's the first day can't you cut me some slack?"

"Some slack?" Kurt asked as though he found the question amusing. " Do you know what would have happened if this were a Broadway audition or any other audition for that matter?" Anderson just looked at him blankly.

"They would have told you to leave, so no I can't cut you some slack." Kurt took a deep breath before beginning. "This class is to teach you what you need to know to become great. All of you were accepted here at NYU, one of the best schools for musical theatre in the world, because you were the best of the best, but don't let that get to you. Talent alone will not cut it in whatever route you decide to take after college, that's why I'm here and being late," he stopped to stare directly in the Anderson character's eyes, "is not acceptable in any profession. Understood class?"

They all nodded their heads.

"Good. Now let's begin."

After the two-hour class ended and everyone was leaving as Kurt called Blaine over.

"Mr. Anderson I-" Kurt began but was cut off.

"You can call me Blaine." He shakily whispered.

"Well Blaine, I want you here at six tomorrow morning."

"B-but class doesn't start till eight!"

"I'm well aware of that, but there is a flip side to me allowing every student to be late to my class one time and that is you have to come or stay 25 minutes for every minute you missed of my class. So, you will be here two hours early." He told Blaine, waiting for the student to challenge him, but he didn't.

"Of course, Professor Hummel." With that he went to walk away, but before he could get out the door Kurt called his name.

"Oh and Anderson." He waited for the boy to turn around. "Do not interrupt me when I am talking again."

Blaine nodded his response and walked out of the room.

Blaine came into his room and slammed the door shut, which got the attention of his roommate.

"Hey, Blaine. What's wrong?" His roommate asked.

Blaine just looked at the fit blonde hunched over his desk working on some homework. "My musical theatre professor, Sam" was his response.

Sam shook his head, "Who do you have?"

"Professor Hum-" He started to say but was stopped.

"You have Professor Hummel!?" Sam asked him excitedly.

"Yeah, but he's a dick."

"Do you know who he is?" Sam asked.

"Everyone who loves MT knows who he is." Blaine sighed. "But like I said he's a dick."

Sam rolled his eyes at his roommate, "You won't be saying that when his letter of recommendation gets you your first Broadway lead."

"That's if he gives me a letter. He's making me come in two hours earlier because I was eight minutes late to his class." Blaine replied angrily.

"What did you expect? He's going to be hard on you to prepare you for the hardships you will eventually face." Sam countered.

"Whatever. The class itself should be a breeze."

"Sure, but could I go with you tomorrow?" Sam asked excitedly. "I want to meet him and have him sign my play bills."

"Sure thing Sam."

"YES!" Sam shouted with a huge smile on his face.

To say that Kurt was tired was a understatement. He was exhausted. He was up all night grading his beginners theatre class's paper on their favorite musical/play. He was going to skip the 6 a.m. session with Blaine, but he had to keep up his appearance. So there he was in his office already on his third cup of coffee with another in his bag. He was about a half hour early so he got out another paper and started grading.

At exactly 6 on the dot, Blaine came striding in with a blond on his tail. Kurt got up to go meet up with them.

"Good morning, Professor Hummel." Blaine said, sleep evident in his voice.

"Blaine and... entourage?" Kurt questioned looking from the stranger to Blaine awaiting a explanation.

Blaine seemed to notice his teachers questioning stare. "Oh yeah, this is my roommate Sam. Sam this is Kurt Hummel."

"OMG! I can't believe I'm actually meeting you." Sam said excitedly. "I am a huge fan, Professor Hummel."

Kurt has a small smile on his lips as he listens to Sam go on and on. "Well it is a pleasure to meet you as well, Sam."

Sam is all smiles at this point. "Would it be to much to ask for your autograph? I brought the play bill of my favorite musical you were in."

"I'd be honored." Kurt replied as Sam hands him the play bill. He looks down and notices it was when he was in Avenue Q playing the roles of Princeton and Rod. It makes him think back to when he was on stage and how much he still yearns to be back on as he signs it.

Sam is practically glowing at this point. "Do you plan to go back to Broadway?" He asks Kurt.

"One day definitely." He responds.

Blaine is rolling his eyes as he watches his best friend and least favorite teacher interact.

"Well thank you for coming in, but if you don't mind, I have to get back to punishing your friend." Kurt said politely to Sam.

"Of courses, Professor Hummel." Sam replied. "And see you later Blaine."

After Sam left, they were both silent for a minute.

Blaine finally decided to say something, "What do you want me to do while I'm here?"

"You're going to help me perfect a dance." Kurt said with a sly smile.

"Sure." Was Blaine's only response.

After an hour, both Kurt and Blaine where sweaty from dancing.

Blaine looked at Kurt exhaustively, "Time for a break?" He asked the older man hopefully.

Kurt let out a little chuckle. "Not even close Anderson" Kurt answered while pulling Blaine closer to him again.

Blaine gasped as he grinds into Kurt on accident. Kurt's eyes go wide at the feel of Blaine on him and the obvious erection that the shorter man has gotten.

Blaine blushes bright red and stammerers out what is suppose to be an apology. "I-I am s-so sorry. I d-didn't me-mean to." He finally gets out as he finally looks at Kurt who's eyes have gone so dark with lust.

"It's completely fine, Blaine" Kurt says in a husky voice.

A/N: I hope you liked it.

Preview and give me some ideas to make it better

I'll try to update very week.

Until next time

Alex!