"Hello class, my name is Mr. Anderson." The new teacher introduced himself, smiling brightly at the bored faces in the room. He waited for a few moments and, seeing no reaction, his smile drooped a little. He shook it off and grabbed the clipboard the secretary had given him with the roll call on it. "When I say your name, please respond with either 'here' or 'present'." He said firmly.
Blaine was used to asserting himself. Of course, it usually wasn't in a classroom full of prepubescent teens, but it transferred over pretty easily.
"David Karofsky?"
"Here." a jock in the back grunted, not looking up from his phone. Blaine made a little note by his name.
"Kurt Hummel?" this thing really needs to be alphabetized...
"Present." A small voice said meekly. Blaine looked up to see a brunette, maybe just a bit taller than him, sitting a little slouched in his seat, eyes glued firmly to the desk. He sat on the far right, closest to the door, and in the third row back. Given the placement of his seat and his body language, Blaine guessed that this boy wanted to learn and do well, he just didn't want to draw attention to himself. When Blaine stayed silent for a beat longer than he should have, Kurt glanced up, worry clear in his blue-green eyes and he chewed his plump lower lip, clearly concerned that he'd done something wrong. When their eye's met, Blaine swore that the world stopped. He could feel his body responding instantly to the beautiful boy, his cock hardening as his posture straightened and his head lifted a little higher. He wasn't entirely aware of the changes he'd just made, but he sure as hell was aware that Kurt's eyes widened just slightly and he hunched down further in his seat, seeming oblivious to what was actually going on.
The whole exchange seemed to go on forever, but really it only lasted for about three seconds. He cleared his throat and forced himself to look away, back at his clipboard.
"Mercedes Jones?"
