A/N: Because who doesn't love a good Teacher/Student Klaine fic huh? So, here we go!

Chapter 1

Blaine Anderson knew what he loved the most in this world. He loved teaching. Molding young minds into becoming something bigger than what they chose to be. As he arrived at his classroom, he smiled. There were so many amazing students in his class. He taught drama and he loved every second of it. He walked into his office carrying a stack of books. He was going to be having his class choose scenes from Wicked and reenact them. He put the stack of books on the bookshelf and smiled to himself. He had a meeting with a student in a few minutes, and he wanted to be prepared. He smiled as he put on whatever his iPod was playing at the moment, which had just happened to be 'The Sign' by Ace Of Base. He rolled his eyes and started going over the exams to grade them. He'd just happened upon a test when he'd heard a knock on his door.

"Yeah! Come in!"

Blaine said, smiling at the answers on the test. He heard the door open and close and looked up, smiling. He noticed Kurt Hummel standing in front of him, and he grinned. Kurt was his most gifted pupil, and had always looked amazing in everything he wore. But of course, Blaine couldn't tell him that. Kurt was his student.

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Kurt, please. Come on in."

Blaine said, shoving Kurt's obvious A test back into the folder in his desk. He smiled warmly at the pupil in front of him and wondered what exactly Kurt's question was. He knew Kurt wasn't having any problems in his class, the 98 percent average showed that.

"Mr. Hummel, do be seated."

Blaine said, addressing Kurt. Kurt walked over to his drama teacher and smiled at him. He walked over and sat down in front of Blaine. He tried to hide the fact that he was checking Blaine out. He smiled and looked at him.

"Thank you for having me, Mr. Anderson. I'll keep this brief."

Kurt said, nervous about doing this. No matter how much he read and re-read Carousel, he just didn't get it. And he knew that he needed to figure this out. That's why he was sitting in Blaine's office.

"I've got time, Kurt. Trust me. I'm grading your tests. So, what's up?"

"Okay, so I'm reading Carousel. And I just can't seem to grasp the concept."

Blaine looked at Kurt. They weren't even reading Carousel in class. He knew that the Theater department, which Kurt was head of, was considering Carousel as their musical, but he knew Kurt Hummel. And he knew that there wasn't a musical that Kurt Hummel didn't understand.

"Kurt, Carousel is an amazing lovestory. It's about the depths that two people will go to protect those they love. The romance between Billy and Julie is epic."

"Yeah, but I can't understand why someone would rob a bank to protect the ones they loved. Love isn't always easy, but people make it through."

Blaine looked at Kurt with a newfound respect. His stance on love was amazing. Blaine shook his head and smiled at Kurt. Kurt smiled back, and knew he needed to be completely honest with his teacher. He wasn't there to discuss Carousel. That was one of his favorite musicals, what he was there for was to seduce his teacher.

"Look, Mr. Anderson…I'm not being completely honest with you."

"You're not?"

"No, I'm not."

"Then what are you doing here, Kurt?"

Blaine had wondered what was going on with him. He'd never needed help before, and it was suddenly weird. Kurt looked at Blaine and sighed. It was now or never. Kurt needed to stop with these dreams of Blaine he was having, and he needed to see where it could go.

"I've been having dreams, Mr. Anderson. Very, very provocative dreams."

"Uhm, Kurt. This is very inappropriate."

"But, Mr. Anderson. It's true. I've been having very inappropriate dreams. About you."

Blaine took a deep breath in and out. He hadn't heard what Kurt was saying. Well, he was trying to pretend not to hear what Kurt was saying. But he couldn't. He couldn't escape it. He could listen, and then pretend to give Kurt advice.

"O-okay, Kurt. I think you're confused. I think that you think you're having provocative dreams about me."

"No sir, Mr. Anderson. I came twice just thinking about you. Mostly your eyes. And then it became your mouth. And then I started wondering what you could do with that mouth."

"Kurt! This is inappropriate. I'm your teacher. You're a minor. Even if this could happen, which it won't…I could lose my job."

Kurt slumped back in his chair and Blaine took the time to study him. His brown hair was soft, and Blaine wondered what it would feel like to run his fingers through it. He studied those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes, that when he was looking into them, he got lost in. That nose, that stood out as elegantly and as beautiful as that chin.

"You done checking me out, Blaine?"

"I wasn't-"

Blaine said, knowing that his blush was giving him away. He leaned forward and knew he couldn't fight it anymore. He had an attraction to Kurt. He always had. But he also knew that it couldn't go anywhere.

"You were. And that's okay. Because I check you out, too. Frequently. Especially when you wear those dopey glasses."

Blaine sighed and knew he shouldn't say what he was going to say next. But the thing he knew, he was opening his mouth to speak, and he just heard the words tumble right out of his mouth.

"Those jeans. Always those fucking jeans, Kurt. How the hell do you get in those jeans?"

"It's not without a great amount of effort, I assure you. Know what's easier?"

"What's that?"

"Coming out of them."

Kurt said, standing up and walking around to the other side of Blaine's desk. He looked at Blaine and leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips, not caring about the consequences. Kurt smiled at him through the kiss and heard the bell ring. He reluctantly broke the kiss and looked at Blaine.

"I turned eighteen two hours ago. And by the way, Blaine…I'd take care of that boner before you start your class."

Kurt said, kissing him before turning to head out of the room. He looked at him just once before grinning wickedly and making his next statement.

"And when you do take care of that raging hard on, think about my lips curled around it and sucking you off."

And Kurt blew Blaine a kiss, before shutting the door behind him, listening to Blaine groan loudly. Kurt giggled a little bit to himself as he made his way to his calculus class. He knew getting Mr. Anderson to have sex with him, would be easier than he thought.