Out of Bounds
One moment changes everything. Kurt and Will both realise this as one accidental act of affection turns into something deeper than they ever thought they could experience. Kurt/Will WARNING for teacher/student relationship. Rated M for smut and language. Both Will and Kurt's perspectives will be featured.
Chapter 1- Is There A Place For Us?
Will's POV
My policy was simple. All of my students were free to ask for help whenever they needed it, no matter what with. Whether it were my Spanish kids needing help for their exams or my Glee Clubbers requesting vocal coaching or song choice approvals, I was there in his office whenever they needed me.
Looking back, I really should've backed out of that.
It all happens one seemingly normal Thursday after Glee Club practise. Rachel has finally stopped brainstorming her set list ideas which all featured her singing some Sondheim number, usually Green Finch and Linnet Bird. I hear a noise from behind me that I don't register immediately. It's Kurt. I wonder what he could want. He aces Spanish and he's a gifted vocalist.
"Oh, Kurt, what's up? Is there something I can do for you?" I enquire. I figure Kurt wants some help on hitting his next high note.
"Well, I'm auditioning for a role in a community theatre production of West Side Story and the audition requires a duet to see the chemistry with a partner. I was wondering if you could help me out with a song."
I blink at the boy. Why is he asking me to sing with? Shouldn't he pick a girl for the full effect?
"I think you should probably sing with a girl, you know to practise with a girl?"
"I would, but the production is being directed by Chandler Kiehl, and he has some…different ideas for the musical and I'm auditioning for Maria, so I needed a Tony to sing with prior to my audition." Kurt smiles innocently. I frown. Why hasn't he asked Finn to sing with him? Then again, Finn probably wouldn't sing with a guy if he can help it. Who else could Kurt viably ask besides me? Certainly not Puck and Kurt really does deserve the opportunity.
"Okay, yeah I'll do it. What were you thinking of singing?"
"I was going with Somewhere, if that's good with you." Kurt suggests, pulling some sheet music out of his bag and placing it on the piano, where he sits, tinkling with the keys. He shuffles them about and begins to play the opening sequence with perfect musicality.
Somewhere from West Side Story
sung by Will Schuester and Kurt Hummel
Will
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere
Kurt
There's a time for us
Someday a time for us
Time together
With time to spare
Time to learn
Time to care
Someday
Will
Somewhere
We'll find a new way of living
Kurt
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere
Will and Kurt
There's a place for us
A time and place for us
Hold my hand
And we're halfway there
Hold my hand
And I'll take you there
Somehow
Someday
Somewhere
We're both breathless by the end of the song. I had unknowingly sat Kurt down on the piano bench and we're singing directly to each other. What is this? Is it just the song playing its musical tricks on my head? There's something picking at my brain, telling me to kiss Kurt. I've always been a little bit curious about guys. I mean, if I can make myself feel good with just my hand, imagine how two guys could feel together. No, he's my student. That's weird and inappropriate. So why on earth do I feel like I need to kiss him? It's just the emotional depth of song. Yep, that's what I tell myself. So why am I leaning in? Oh god, no this is not happening. I'm about to wake up. But how can it feel so real if it's a dream? Kurt smells so damn good, like vanilla.
Suddenly, my lips are on his, twisting against them to gain passion. What is going on? I am kissing my student. My very male student. There's no denying that Kurt is definitely attractive, you would be lying if you said otherwise, but it's wrong. He's my student. I can't kiss him. But why haven't I stopped? Is he…is he kissing back? He seems to be. His hands are roaming my back and squeezing the hard muscles of my shoulder. He's kissing back just as much as I'm kissing him and then…nothing. It's gone. The moment has faded. We're sat, as breathless as we were after the song. We just look at each other.
He opens his mouth and then closes it again, shocked at both of our actions. I'm just as stunned, blinking rapidly. I probably look like a crazy person. He gets up and slips his sheet music back into his messenger bag.
"K-Kurt, I—." I begin, but he just shakes his head and heads for the door, shutting it on his way out.
What have I done?
Kurt's POV
I shut the door, perhaps more gracefully than I was planning to. What kind of teacher even does that? I ask for help with a song and he kisses me? Well, thinking about it, I guess it's not so bad. Maybe I acted hastily. Mr Schue is gorgeous and a really good kisser, it was my first but I can still tell. Oh my god. My Spanish and Glee teacher took my first kiss. Wow. I'm going to be on the news…
I should stop thinking about it. It's not that big of a deal, really if you think about it. So why is my head spinning? My lips still feel like he's attached to them. I can't shake the feeling that I want to kiss him again.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I turn around, dead set on continuing what we started. That kiss was…something else and I only know that I need to do it again.
I open the door to the choir room again and Mr Schuester turns around to see me, an apologetic expression on his face.
"Kurt, I'm so—." His words are muted by my lips crashing against his. It's like a drug, an addiction. It's so wrong but I know it's what I need right now. His lips taste wonderful, like some kind of fruit. His hands are so strong, gliding across my body, entangling themselves in my hair. It's like a fantasy, that's actually real life. It's everything I ever imagined it could be.
Too bad it has to end. Or does it?