Blaine hadn't always wanted to be a teacher. Just before he went to college he was set on becoming a lawyer. He wanted to change things, to make a difference. Ideally, considering the trust fund that had been prepared for him, he was going to work pro bono and really help people. However, when it came to actually choosing colleges and going further with his career, his father had made it quite clear that he felt that the law was no place for a sub and wouldn't Blaine much rather do a job more befitting his qualities? The way Robert Anderson had tried to delicately say qualities instead of being honest and saying that he thought subs were weak and wouldn't be up for the fighting that they would have to do as lawyers made Blaine's heart thump irrationally. Lucy, also being a traditionalist, had agreed with her husband.
"It's not that there's anything wrong with being a submissive, darling," she had said, sitting next to him and stroking his curly hair while Robert stood and paced in front of them, "but we have different personalities, different demeanours to dominants. There are just certain things in this life that we aren't cut out to do!"
"You don't know that!" Blaine had spat out. "That's just old-fashioned, markist thinking! Subs can do exactly the same things that doms can, just as well, and sometimes better! Mom," Blaine glanced at her pleadingly, "I know you love being a house-sub but that's just not for me."
"I know, Blaine, I know," Lucy had said, grabbing his hands compassionately, "which is why we're even allowing you to go to college."
"I didn't want to have to say this, Blaine," Robert had said, rubbing the bridge of his nose between two fingers. "But, you know, we are the ones who are paying for college for you. Therefore, it is ultimately our choice what you study, or even if you study…" Blaine glared at his father as if he'd been slapped and Robert sighed. His youngest son had never been one to just fall in line with whatever they said, he was always more strong minded than he would expect a sub to be and, up until now, he'd allowed it. He thought sometimes that maybe that had been a mistake. Maybe allowing Blaine to believe that it was ok for submissives to be independent and speak out of turn was not right. This was one of those times.
In some ways Blaine knew what his father was saying was right; if they wanted to, they could stop him going to college all together. They could tell him to find a nice, unattached dom and settle down, have children. No, they might not be soul mates but it would be ok. They made it work so why couldn't he? He felt a lump starting to form in his throat. He might have been submissive but, he was still human, still allowed to have dreams and ambitions, regardless of his natural qualities.
"What about teaching?" His mother had asked gently, trying to calm the situation down and placate both men. "You'll be able to make a difference still, just like you want to, but in a more… fitting way…"
That was how Blaine had ended up getting his teaching degree and how he'd ended up teaching at Dalton Academy for Male Doms. When he'd been applying for jobs after college, he saw that Dalton had a zero-tolerance bullying policy and strived to bring the students up to be gentlemen and respectful of each other and of their subs. Seeing that on their website, Blaine had applied instantly, considering that, he might not be a lawyer but, at least at that school, he would be able to help mould the boys into being good doms. He'd be able to make sure that they were well aware that markist, traditional attitudes, like his parent's, were wrong and maybe help to, finally, end it altogether.
After Blaine had got the job as English Teacher, he hadn't for a second regretted it. He enjoyed the students and how eager they all were to learn. It helped that not only did most of them come from wealthy backgrounds, so were taught to be respectful anyway, but that they had to keep up a certain GPA to be allowed to continue attending so they were all incredibly hard working. Unfortunately, a lot of them also came from traditional backgrounds but, he liked a challenge and adapted his teaching methods to suit. No, Blaine didn't regret teaching at Dalton for a second. Until now, that is.
"I'm sorry… could you repeat that please?" Blaine asked as he sat in front of the Dalton Academy principal.
"I said, you have a new student arriving today." Principal Collins repeated.
"Yes, sorry," Blaine grinned. "I heard that bit. I meant the name, could you repeat the name?"
"Oh, yes, it's…" Principal Collins looked down at the sheet of paper in front of him and scanned it trying to find the name of the student again. "Kurt Hummel." He read out definitively.
Oh. Blaine thought to himself as he heard the name for a second time and swallowed thickly, his heart feeling like it was in his throat suddenly. It's fine. Stay calm, Blaine. You have no way of knowing he's the right Kurt Hummel.
"So, he arrives today and has your class as his last lesson. He's a boarder too so I'm going to need you to show him where his dorm is, go over any rules… You know, the usual stuff." Principal Collins waved his hands as he spoke and saw that Blaine didn't seem to be paying much attention to him. "…Mr Anderson?" Blaine shook his head slightly and focussed back on the principal.
"How's that spelt?" He asked out of the blue.
"How's what spelt?"
"The name… Just… just so I can put him onto my roll call." The principal narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing how funny Blaine was acting but not quite being able to put his finger on why.
"K-U-R-T-H-U-M-M-E-L" Blaine's eyes widened for a second before he nodded, almost to himself, and swallowed again.
"He's transferring because he was bullied quite badly in his old school so, it'll be worth keeping a close eye on him and making sure he settles in ok." Principal Collins said seriously.
"Ok." Blaine nodded again and got up to leave.
"Uh… Mr Anderson?" Principal Collins laughed slightly at Blaine's quick movement. Blaine turned back around. "You'll need Mr Hummel's dorm room key." He waved it in the air and raised his eyebrows in amusement at how flustered Blaine seemed to be. Typical sub, he thought to himself as he watched Blaine walk towards him.
"Right. Yes. Sorry." Blaine said before grabbing the key and leaving the room. It's probably not him, he repeated to himself continuously as he walked to his classroom to start teaching for the day.
***
"And here's where we have English." Wes gestured into the classroom that was quickly being filled by students. "You'll be pleased to know that it's our last class for the day."
"Thank god." Kurt smiled humourlessly. "The sooner I get out of this stupid polyester uniform and into something natural, the better." Wes smiled at him as Kurt tugged on the edge of the heavy blazer.
"Look, Kurt, I know you weren't overly excited about transferring from your old school," Wes started.
"And having to wear the same as everyone else," Kurt interrupted.
"And having to wear the same as everyone else," Wes repeated, laughing. "But, trust me, give it time and I'm certain you'll learn to love it here just as much as your old school."
"I doubt it," Kurt smiled gently. "But thanks for helping me out with my first day, I really appreciate it."
"Not a problem." Wes answered as they watched the other students file into the classroom. He was about to step into the classroom when he suddenly felt Kurt's hand grip his arm tightly.
"Who is that?" Kurt asked, his mouth hanging open as he gazed into the classroom. There was a young man walking around the room, placing paper on everyone's desk and Kurt was certain that he was quite possibly the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. He had dark hair that had been gelled down but Kurt could tell it was naturally curly because some strands had started to, adorably, fall loose from the gel. He wore fitted pants and a sweater vest/bow tie combination that couldn't have made him look more like a teacher if he tried. Kurt was impressed by the fact that the shade of red that he'd picked, matched his tanned skin perfectly. He assumed it was on purpose because a good sense of fashion was the only thing that, he felt, could have made this guy more perfect so he was happy to, in his mind, assign him that quality. Along with assuming that he was kind, gentle, funny and intelligent too. Wes followed his gaze and sighed a laugh when he saw who Kurt was staring at.
"Oh that's our teacher, Mr Anderson."
"Anderson." Kurt repeated, still gazing into the room. "Wow." He breathed out and felt his shoulders relax for the first time that day as he stared at the beautiful man in front of them. "My soul mate's last name is Anderson," he said dreamily. "Imagine if hewas my soul mate… I could die right now and be happy…" Wes rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Unlikely." He said. "Not that you'd ever find out anyway…" Kurt furrowed his brow and turned to Wes, slipping back to reality.
"Why not?"
"Well because no-one's ever seen him without his gloves on." Wes shrugged and gestured towards the teacher, watching as Kurt turned back to look into the classroom and saw that Mr Anderson was, in fact, wearing a pair of simple black gloves. How had he not noticed that before?
"Why is he wearing gloves when he's indoors?" Kurt frowned, still gazing at Mr Anderson.
"It's because he says that he doesn't want his students to know if he's a dom or a sub. Something about how it shouldn't matter because he should be treated the same either way." Kurt's heart felt like it was melting as Wes spoke. He was positively perfect.
"But wouldn't everyone know he was a sub because he'd follow the student's orders?" Kurt asked.
"Nope. Any subs that have met their soul mate only follow their orders and no others and, if they haven't met their soul mate, they tend to work on building up resilience to orders. It's kind of a self-defence thing," Wes shrugged, "otherwise they'd be at anyone's mercy. Didn't they teach you that in health class?" He frowned and Kurt shook his head.
"The health classes at McKinley weren't exactly the most modern and advanced of lessons." Kurt said sarcastically. "They mostly focussed on how to be good subs or how to look after your sub rather than any kind of sub independence."
"Well, you'll learn more than that here." Wes smiled. "So either way, no-one knows yet if he's dom or sub. We've got a bet going though, I've got ten dollars on him being dom but my friend Thad is certain he's sub."
Mine, Kurt thought suddenly as Wes talked and he watched Mr Anderson walking around the classroom. He blinked hurriedly as the word popped into his head, surprising him. It was strange. Obviously Mr Anderson wasn't his so Kurt couldn't quite understand why his brain seemed to insist that he was. Kurt tried changing the subject to attempt to get the thought out of his head.
"So, anyway," Kurt started, clearing his throat, "how do I find out where my dorm is?"
"Oh, Mr Anderson will probably show you because he's your last class for today. Principal Collins always gets the last teacher of the day to do that for their new students." Kurt turned back to gaze at Mr Anderson once more. "…Is that going to be ok?" Wes asked him cautiously. This new kid was really, really strange.
"Yes," Kurt sighed once more. "He can show me to my bedroom any day." Wes laughed and pulled Kurt into the room by his elbow now that all the other students had entered and were starting to sit down.
"Come on, you'd best let him know that you're here." Kurt's heart raced as Wes pushed him to the front of the classroom before leaving to take his seat and Mr Anderson looked up at him and smiled. He had the most beautiful warm, hazel eyes that Kurt had ever seen and it made his stomach flip in a way that he really wasn't used to.
"Hi?" Mr Anderson said, looking up at Kurt, questioningly.
"H-hi…" Kurt smiled and almost giggled unashamedly, feeling overwhelmed and nervous all at the same time at having to talk to someone so attractive. They paused and Kurt stood just looking at his teacher for a few moments.
"Can I help you?" Mr Anderson smiled at him, slightly confused as to why he was standing there not saying anything.
"I-I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Kurt said, holding his hand out to shake, timidly. His teacher really was gorgeous and Kurt assumed that, that must have been the reason why his body felt like it was about to start trembling any second. He saw Mr Anderson's eye widen slightly and flash with something unrecognisable before reaching out to shake his hand in return.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt."
