A/N: OMG Guys! Mah movie came out yesterday, so now that the original 50 shades of Grey, which I do not own, is out, I can hopefully speed up the updating process of THIS 50 shades of Grey KLAINE fic, which I own. In my imagination...Aaaaanyways, enjoy today's update in celebration of the amazing movie release yesterday! :):)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of boners lol...alochol usage...uhm I think that's it! :P No beta, all mistakes my own.

Chapter 3

Kurt consciously rolled Mr. Anderson's pencil eraser against his pink plump lips, all the while thinking of the handsome millionaire. Kurt crossed his legs, and tried to focus on the teacher, but to no avail. His heart sped up as he glanced at the clock, noting almost time to go home for the day.

As the bell finally rang, Kurt gathered his belongings and sighed, thinking about what exactly his weekend would entail. More homework? Studying? Hanging with friends?

"Hummel!"

Kurt jumped, and looked up to the sound of Puckerman's voice. He sat down casually, as if he even speaks to Kurt. Kurt's eyes narrowed and said, "Puckerman. What gives?"

"Oh, man. Don't frown. Our weekend is spoken for." Puck replied cheerfully, pumping his fist into the air.

Kurt raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Oh?" He folded his arms across his chest, intrigued. "Do tell?"

"I got the job as that hunky millionaire's photographer, or whatever..." He responded with a wave of his hand, looking around the classroom as other students shuffled out.

Kurt choked. "I-I'm sorry? What?"

"Yeah! Mr...Uhm, what's-his-face-again...?" Puck trailed off slowly.

"A-Anderson?!" Kurt squeaked quietly, then looked around in embarrassment. "W-What...?"

"Yeah, I wanted you to come with me and my girl tomorrow when I get some good shots of him. Then, we can go drinking, and you can ask that annoying dude who likes you, oh what's his name, Chandler?"

Kurt grimaced at that name. Ah, yes. Chandler. What a douchebag. "No thanks, Puck."

"Sorry, dude. I kinda already told Quinn we would. So, photographs of Mr. Handsome..."

"Are you sure you're straight...or?" Kurt but in.

"Mr. Handsome, and yes, I'm straight...and then, THEN we can go out to the bar. C'Mon, Kurt! It'll be fun!" Puck said enthusiastically.

Kurt did his signature eye roll. "Fine."

xxxK&Bxxx

How the fuck does he get more sexy every single day? How is this even possible? Is he even human? Real? Jesus...Kurt thought, as he cast shy glances at Mr. Anderson, posing for the next press conference. Kurt hummed consciously as he bit the tip of Mr. A's eraser, and Quinn giggled from beside him.

"Could you be any more obvious Kurt? Sheesh..." She snickered quietly as she jotted something down on her notepad.

"Ssssh! God, Quinn..." Kurt hissed, unfortunately having to tear his eyes away from Anderson for a second. "I-I'm not doing anything..."

"Uh huh, whatever. Keep telling yourself that. I can smell the sexual tension in this room..." Quinn joked.

"Mr. Anderson?" Puck piped up from behind the camera. "Maybe an actual smile this time?"

The short dark haired man went back to posing, not smiling, but indeed, sneaking dark lustful gazes at the teenager.

He always looks so serious...damn it. Kurt sighed, listening to Quinn babbling about their planned drinking afterwards, something about needing a break...he really was trying to listen, but with the way Mr. Anderson kept looking at him like...like he was delicious, FUCK. How was he supposed to concentrate!?

"Ok, we're done here. Thank you, Mr. A. I'll forward these to Mr. Fabray." Puck smiled, and prepared to leave.

Mr. A nodded his head in agreement, and walked over to Kurt. He seems nervous. Did he just gulp? Damn, I could TAKE him right here, right now...

Kurt gulped as he noticed Mr. A coming his way, and Quinn scurried off with Puck, chatting lowly about current plans.

"Kurt."

"M-Mr. Anderson." Kurt stuttered. He cleared his throat, trying again. "H-How were the pictures?"

"I don't know, Kurt. I didn't see them yet."

FUCK. Right. Stupid Kurt! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Kurt giggled nervously, and tried to cover it up. "Right, duh. S-Sorry." He worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

Mr. Anderson's hazel eyes followed that lip biting, and he swallowed slowly, and stated, "Walk with me."

"Of c-course, sir." Kurt mumbled, head bowed.

As they walked silently through the Anderson's mansion hallway, decorated with different paintings, hung loosely on the walls, and red chairs lining the walls. A glass chandlier hung from up above, and Kurt found himself smiling.

"Is he your boyfriend, Kurt?"

Kurt snorted. "I'm sorry? Puckerman?! N-No, he's more l-like family. He gets along with m-my brother, Finn."

Mr. A nodded, his lips pressed tightly into a thin line.

"No, seriously, he's with Quinn, sir. "Kurt chuckled.

Aside from the tightening in his pants, yet again, he decided he absolutely adored Kurt's laugh. It was like music to his ears, and he craved to hear it more. He decided he wanted to make Kurt laugh like this all the time. "Ok, Kurt."

"Okaaay." Kurt whisered, his cyan eyes narrowed to the floor and he fiddled with his scarf.

They bid their farewells, Kurt's heart physically hurting just a little, and he walked into his kitchen later that day. "Dad, I'm home." He yelled, taking his baby blue scarf off, and laying it neating on the back of the couch.

"In here, bud."

Kurt followed his fathers' voice to find him chopping veggies in the kitchen in preparation for dinner. "Hey, how was your day?"

"Good, good. Yours?" He replied.

"It was ok." Kurt sighed.

Burt turned around, and adjusted his baseball cap. "You got a package today. I set it in your room."

"Package?" Kurt asked, confusion across his face.

Burt merely nodded. "I'm gonna continue fixing dinner. Why don't you go shower and get ready."

"Ok." Kurt smiled and headed to his room. He closed the door, and found a neatly wrapped brown paper package, lined with a teal ribbon, and he opened it. His eyes rose to his hairline as he saw what it was. It was 5 books of his favorite series, first edition, probably thinking as his regards to helping him with the interview. Kurt swallowed as he tried to look for the sender, but he had a feeling he already knew who it was. "I-I can't accept these..." Kurt breathed out to himself.

He set them aside without a second thought, and got ready for dinner. He couldn't wait til later that night; he missed hanging out with Quick. He lied to his dad, telling him he was sleeping over at Quinn's.

xxxK&Bxxx

The constant BOOM BOOM BOOM of the night clubs music was not helping Kurt's headache. Or the fact that he had to pee, after having 3 shots of tequlia. Or fucking Chandler, who was currently sitting across from him, practically leering at Kurt like a piece of meat, waiting to be devoured.

Kurt got up, heading for the bathroom, when a hand stopped him.

"Where are you going?" Chandler asked over the loud music.

"I have to pee!" Kurt giggled. I'm pretty sure I DON'T need your help with this issue...I'm a big boy...He freed his grasp of Chandler's hand, and scoffed when he noticed the line to the bathroom. Well, fuck. Kurt sighed, and leaned against the wall, only to wait for God knows how long.

He took his phone out, scrolling through quite a few contacts before landing on Mr. A's phone number. To delete or not to delete? Kurt huffed in annoyance. He pressed send.

"Kurt."

"Mr. Anderson! Hi! I'm sen'ing your exp'nsive books back; thank youuuuu for the kind gesture." Kurt slurred.

"Kurt, where are you?" Mr. A demanded right away.

"Bathroom liiiiine beca'se I havta pee reeeallllly badly..." Kurt answered, looking around at his surroundings.

"Kurt, have you been drinking?"

"Well, yeah, DUH. I have, Mr. Fancy Pants. Why? Why do YOU care?" Kurt challenged, but snickered, nonetheless.

"Kurt, come home right now." Anderson said lowly.

"Why are you so bossy? 'Kurt, let's have coffee'...'No, stay away'...'Let's go for more co'fee'...'No, you have to get away from meeee'...'come here, Kurt'..." Kurt babbles on dramatically, his other hand flailing wildly.

"Tell me where you are. What bar are you at?"

"I'm a looooooooooong way aw'y from youuuuu, Mr. A. Goodnight! Byeeeee!" Kurt hurriedly hangs up with a drunken giggle.

Mr. Anderson is pissed, as he stares at his phone, now quickly making plans to find Kurt, and fast.

A/N: Review my darlings? :)

-Marianne xoxoxo