Hey, I'm still not sure if I'm going to continue this, but I thought I would give you some more of what I've written, and you can tell me if you want me to keep it up!
Kurt tried not to think of Blaine Anderson that night. He had to remind himself several times that Blaine was not only a student, but a student with problems and an attitude. A sexy attitude. Kurt banged his head on his head board, trying to beat out the thoughts out of his brain. It didn't work.
Kurt didn't sleep at all that night, all he could do was lay awake and think. By the time his alarm went off he was already up and in the shower, he got out, paid slightly too much attention to what he was going to wear and made himself the strongest coffee he'd ever had in his life. The next hour of his life was spent attempting to cover up the shadows that boasted how very little sleep he'd had. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't doing all this for some student because, like Will had said, the boy wouldn't even be here again. But who was he kidding.
He made it to school much earlier than he ever had as a student, there was barely anyone there when he arrived. But he couldn't stand just waiting in his little apartment, it was really starting to annoy him how one stupid boy had the ability to take over his whole fucking life after seeing him for less than 5 minutes.
He sighed setting the coffee, that he'd got on the way to work, down on his desk and set off marking some of the exercises he'd set during class the day before. The next half-hour was spent wincing at horrific grammar and spelling, and sentences that just didn't make any sense. Kurt looked at his timetable, seeing which classes he had that day. His heart gave a little jolt when he saw senior English was just before lunch.
The day seemed to drag on, he blamed this upon how extraordinarily tired he was and got on with his job. After what seemed like a year later his English class were filing into the room and Kurt could not deny that he was disappointed that Blaine wasn't there, somewhere deep inside he'd held onto that thought that maybe the boy would come. Kurt shook his head, he was being stupid.
He took out his copy of Wuthering Heights and flicked to the first chapter, it was one of his favorite books and he truly hoped the students wouldn't wreck it for him. "If everyone could start by reading chapter one and then we will discuss the main plot points afterward." The class sat in near silence for the next fifteen minutes before the door clattered open and a boy wandered in.
Kurt looked up, he had given up on seeing this boy again and yet there he stood. Once Kurt had gotten over the extortionate amount of piercings and the cocky smile that played on the boy's lips, he looked down at his body. Blaine was gorgeous. Kurt was a teacher. And his student was...wearing the same clothes as yesterday? He frowned a little, eyes raking over the toned body. Same jeans, same jacket and as far as he could tell same t-shirt too. That bothered him, but he guessed it was just part of the look and the attitude.
Blaine had started to move towards the back of the classroom and before Kurt knew what he was doing, he was calling out to him. "Blaine," he said, the boy looked at him, eyebrow raised. His teacher panicked, realizing now that he'd started talking he would have to complete what he'd begun and in actual fact, he hadn't really been going anywhere with it. He looked down at the empty desk in front of his and said the first thing that came to mind. "I would like you to sit at the front for this lesson please, you're a little late and might need to catch up."
Kurt cringed internally at what he'd just said, but kept his facial expression relaxed. A few heads popped up at this, evidently curious as to how Blaine would take it. Blaine's smile just grew, showing his perfectly straight teeth, Kurt tilted his head and indicated the seat. The boy took it, and his teacher felt a mix of relief and apprehension. The apprehension increased when he felt something touch his leg. He bit his lip in an attempt not to squeal, as he glanced down at the boot covered foot that was nudging his calf. He coughed and glared pointedly at the boy opposite, whose smile just increased steadily. Why had he sat him there?
Ugh. Teenage boys thinking that just because they're really, really hot they can touch people...there. Kurt squirmed in his chair as the boot went higher up his leg, much higher up. The teacher stood up and went over to the board, not entirely sure what he was going to write on it, he settled on just putting up the date before sitting back down in his chair. Blaine's smile had grown larger, Kurt scowled.
Much to the teacher's surprise Blaine didn't try to foot-molest him again for the rest of the lesson, Kurt was glad, although he couldn't deny that the friction had felt good. He'd never done anything like that, he'd get so far and back out. He hated the idea of being intimate with someone he just didn't love, sex and anything related was something he wanted to save for someone who really meant something to him, not some attention seeking bad boy and especially not one that was, of all things, his student.
When the bell went Kurt almost stormed out of the classroom, having worked himself up about the inappropriate and indecent attempts that Blaine had been making in the beginning of the lesson. The boy looked like he was going to say something, but when his teacher left so quickly Blaine's face dropped slightly and he kicked his chair over before leaving the school campus entirely.
That night Kurt could think of nothing but Blaine Anderson and there was no way he could deny it. He stabbed angrily at his salad, not really eating any of it. He didn't know why he was quite as irritated by the whole situation as he was, he'd been to gay bars and had drunk men throw themselves at him and objectify him and he hadn't dwelled over them for so long. But this was different, Blaine was his student, it is inappropriate for him to be doing any such things and for Kurt to find those things so attractive...he groaned.
He tried to tell himself that he wished Blaine hadn't come back to school, but he couldn't even attempt to deny that was a lie. Something about that pierced, arrogant boy made Kurt want to talk to him, not that the boy had done much talking, when he thought about it, Blaine had only ever said his name.
Kurt hadn't slept properly for that whole week and now he was most definitely paying the price, the days following he hadn't had any contact with Blaine, the boy had missed his last English class of the week and Kurt couldn't help wondering why. His whole body had been on edge throughout not just that lesson but any time he was in school, he found himself checking round corners, a mix of hope and apprehension filling his veins. But there was no sign of the boy. His nights had been spent doing a mix of jerking off and trying to figure out who Blaine was and why the fuck he was so attracted to him.
He was at work early again, sitting on the floor of the car park, his eyes staring up at the cloudy sky. He lifted the cigarette to his mouth, taking a drag and feeling the heat swirl around his throat and chest before blowing it out again. He didn't smoke often, just when he was stressed and now he was fucking stressed. This boy brought out the worst in him.
"You know, smoking's bad for you," said a voice, it was low and controlled, harsh and yet gentle. Kurt's eyes flicked over to the boy standing before him and took a much deeper drag.
"What do you want, Blaine?" he asked, exhausted by the mere presences of the boy who'd been haunting his every thought. Blaine arched an eyebrow and smirked.
"Is that an invitation?" Kurt gawped at him, as Blaine sat down next to him, taking the his cigarette and then taking a drag, blowing it slowly into Kurt's open mouth. Kurt's brain stopped working and Blaine just chuckled.
"A little hypocritical, are we?" he said eventually, eyes trained on Blaine's mouth as he kept up the regular rhythm with his cigarette. The boy laughed throatily and grinned.
"Can't we go back to what I want?"
"As long as what you want is to leave."
"That's the opposite of what I want to do," he whispered, his mouth right up against Kurt's ear, his warm breath leaving it tingling. Teeth scraped gently against his earlobe, his tongue tracing lightly across the shell, teasing his senses with pleasure. Kurt's eyes were wide, his breathing heavy and his cock throbbing painfully against his tight jeans. Blaine placed the cigarette in his open mouth, pushed Kurt's jaw up to hold it in place and then left. The sound of his boots grinding against the gravel echoing in Kurt's head.
I hope you enjoyed it!
Sorry if you don't like the idea of Kurt smoking, but the point was that he was crushed when he didn't make it and so he does things that he would have scorned at when he was a student. And it's badboy!blaine, so he pretty much has to smoke. Because he just honestly doesn't care what it does to him.