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Chapter 4: It's complicated

"Blaine you look nervous" Wes said before taking a sip from his caramel macchiato. "Is today Friday 13th or something? From how worried you look, it might as well be"

"It's nothing. It's Friday, tomorrow's Saturday and I'm fine"

"I'm impressed! That's all you learnt from Dalton? I'm so glad your parents wasted so much money on you. My little baby knows the days! What comes now? Are you going to blow me away with your knowledge on the abc?!" He said while pinching Blaine's cheeks. "You could write a song for Friday, though. No, wait. That Rebecca Black chick did it already. I'm sorry Blaine, your music career has no horizon to look forward to or whatsoever" he patted Blaine's shoulder across the small table at the Lima Bean.

"Wes?"

"Yes milady?"

"Shut up"

"No can do. You seem preoccupied; it's my duty as your best friend to try to extract any dirty or juicy detail so as to, hopefully, help you"

"Nothing's going on. I mean yes, but it's nothing. Besides, you'd laugh!"

"I would not! Your accusation offends me, Mr. Anderson"

"Oh for the love of everything that's good don't call me that" Blaine said as he did his best to shake away the shivers it sent down his spine every time Kurt called him Mr. Anderson. Even when he typed it on Facebook it just… did things to him.

"Daydreaming in a public cafeteria while being accompanied by someone, especially that someone being me, is not cool"

"Sorry, I zoned out"

"Where exactly?"

"Okay okay. There's this guy… Kurt"

School had been rather uneventful, until one Santana Lopez approached Kurt by his locker. She had been speaking to Artie. Strange.

"Hey lady lips"

"Santana. What do you want?"

"Stubbles McCripple- Pants there told me you are in AP Maths II with Hottie Anderson"

Kurt choked. He started coughing uncontrollably.

"I'm going to take that as a yes and as a 'Yes, Auntie Tana, I agree he is smokin'" she licked her lips.

"Yes, I'm taking that class but no, I… don't think he… is hot" he said trying to sound convincing even to his own ears.

"I bet you wet your rainbow panties the moment he stepped into the room, Hummel" Kurt snorted. "I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent, lady, my education was primarily based on AP cursing and gossiping. I'm the queen of this joint, in case you haven't heard, and I know when someone's got the eye on something I want. I'm like a lizard. I need something warm beneath me or else I can't digest my food"

"Satan, you are delusional"

"Delusional for Mr. Anderson. I've seen him a couple of times in the teachers' lounge or crossed him in the hallways and holy sweet hell, his bushy-triangle eyebrows are practically yelling my name. I gots to tap that" she made a disgusting bopping sound with her fingers and started walking but stopped and turned around. "Look, I don't mean to be a bitch… well actually I do. Imma get myself some fine man, lady Hummel, so get out of my way" she pushed him against his locker and walked away.

The "uneventful" day at school had suddenly turned around 180°. He glanced at his watch, which marked 2pm: in one hour he would be meeting with Blaine to start the tutoring classes. He had to start thinking about something else before his head exploded.

Not that having Blaine Anderson enter the school in that exact moment, with the most beautiful smile ever and an outfit that highlighted his attributes very nicely, made it any easier.

"Hey Kurt!" he waved at him as he got closer. Kurt wanted the earth to swallow him; he didn't know if his hair was coiffed to perfection of if he had something caught between his teeth or if the littlest thing was out of place. Despite all his insecurities, the minute Mr. Anderson flashed a smile directly at him, Kurt forgot what he was worrying about and simply smiled back. So far, Mr. Anderson wasn't running away so Kurt certainly didn't have a bunch of palm leafs between his incisors.

"How's school treating you today?" Mr. Anderson's choice of wardrobe was impeccable. His washed out black tight jeans matched excellently with a polished pair of red oxfords and a red button up; Mr. Anderson was to die for. Everything suited and fitted to perfection; he was the definition of perfection.

"School? Well, it was rather uneventful which for me means I walked these halls in utter peace" Mr. Anderson hinged which startled Kurt a bit. "Oh, except for our very own Santana Lopez who approached me and gave me a lesson on Lima Heights Adjacent's educational system. Besides that, everything's on its right track"

Since when did Kurt Hummel let so much information flow from his mouth just out of a simple complaisant question?

"Good at small talk" would never be Kurt's inspirational quote on the senior photo of McKinley's Thunderclap.

"What about you? Already dreading coming here to try and teach gorillas how to multiply by two?" he chuckled at the end so as to not sound too hoity-toity.

"I enjoyed my Friday, went out for coffee with a friend and spent the remaining of the day answering e-mails and running some errands. How could I dread coming here! Besides, I hear too much chitty chat from the guy who is actually going to sit beside me on my quest to the miracle of teaching Maths"

"I might just sit this one out, Mr. Anderson!"

"You wouldn't dare! I will bribe you with coffee and muffins" he laughed and Kurt melted right in the spot.

"Ugh, fair enough. But the muffins must be blueberry, Mr. Anderson don't make me regret accepting this proposition! I only do it in the name of the muffins and the arts"

Mr. Anderson let a heart-out laugh out of his full lips and Kurt joined him.

"I would like you to further explain that in exactly 30 minutes. I need to meet with Mr. Schuester, apparently he needs a favor. Meet you in class 206, at 2:45 ok?" he said as he walked away from Kurt, not expecting an answer or probably already knowing it.

Kurt decided to head to class 206 a little earlier, just because he had nothing more important to do. He took out his phone and logged in Facebook.

He had 3 notifications; two were from Mercedes and one was from Blaine Anderson. Apparently he had liked his status "McKinley ladies please make us all a favor and start reading Vogue!"Kurt laughed out loud, Mr. Anderson was so weird and charismatic and beautiful and perfect. Oh, Kurt, you have it bad.

A second later, his phone read "Blaine Anderson" and his smile was all he could see. That profile picture was going to be death of him; actually, Blaine Anderson as a whole would be his death. Suddenly, he paid attention to something he hadn't before, which was odd.

Blaine Anderson's relationship status.

"It's complicated"

Complicated, as in I'm dating someone and I still don't know what we are? Or complicated as in I'm about to cut it with that person?

Is it a girl or a boy?

Kurt's mind was racing so fast he couldn't handle being standing up. He sat at a bench inside the class and dropped his phone on the table.

Blaine had never said "I'm gay". Of course Kurt's gaydar was superb but either way, Santana hadn't noticed, or at least didn't care. What if Mr. Anderson was straight and dating a beautiful blue-eyed blonde girl who could give him everything he wanted? What if he was a homophobe?

He quickly dropped the thought; Mr. Anderson had been so kind and polite not even mentioning Kurt's very noticeable sexuality.

He had to know but how? He couldn't face Mr. Anderson and just slap him with that question. They were meeting at 2:45 and the class started at 3:30 so they had time to make some small talk or something.

Small talk with Mr. Anderson? Kurt was doomed.

At 2:45 sharp Blaine Anderson entered classroom 206. Kurt was seating close to the window, scrolling through a Vogue magazine.

"Package for Kurt Hummel!" Blaine said as he approached his desk. He was holding two cups of coffee and a brown paper bag. He invited him over with his hand and sat, literally, on the desk as Kurt took the teacher's chair.

"This one's for you" Blaine handed him a cup of coffee with his name.

Kurt took a sip and smiled widely. "You know my coffee order?" Blaine nodded.

"How?"

"A gentleman never reveals his ways" he winked at him. Internally he started smacking himself as the conversation he had with Wes came up inside his mind...

"Kurt? Mmm, I like his name. Go on"

"Are you going to comment on everything I say or can you at least hear the entire story?" Blaine cried, knowing that even if he warned his friend, what he was about to tell Wes would probably make him scream.

"Okay, I'll shut up. Now, Kurt"

"Yes, thank you. Kurt. He is beautiful. I met him not a week ago, nothing has happened yet. Because um… he is… a student"

"Where is he studying?" Wes asked not entirely understanding what Blaine meant. Until, gathering from Blaine's guilty silence, Wes started coughing and spitting his coffee. Blaine handed him a napkin whilst everyone in the little coffee shop stared at them.

"You need to make such a drama out of everything, Wesley?"

"Drama? DRAMA? I should chain you to a chair and beat you up for being such a moron. How old is he?"

"Sevent-"

"SEVENTEEN? Oh my god, you have got to be kidding me, please tell me this is a joke"

"Wes, I'm serious"

It seemed as if Wes was about to smirk but glancing at Blaine's worried features he apparently decided otherwise.

"Did something happen between you two?"

"God, no. I can't act on what I feel. I know he is young, my student and that it's been only a week but if you could just see him, he is… breathtaking, his beauty is mind blowing, and ugh don't get me started on the way he speaks or how he sits on those horrid benchs that make no justice to his tall, slim figure"

"Are you even positive he is gay?"

"He's out and proud. At least that's what it seems. I don't know he never did say 'I'm gay' but you can tell just by looking at him. I befriended him on Facebook, let me show you" Blaine said as he searched through his phone.

"You've got him on Facebook? Blaine, what are you even doing?"

"I've got all my kids on Facebook, we made this group where they can send me questions or doubts or whatever" he said not taking his eyes off of the screen.

"Really, Blaine? And you still believe you did it for the kids and not because you wanted Kurt's Facebook?"

"What?" Blaine rolled his eyes. "You're imagining things" he said, rather unconvincing.

"You're one of a kind, Blaine. I swear to God. I must congratulate you though, I never would've thought about that to get some girl's facebook… oh wait, I'm not a teacher who is in love with his student!"

"Wes, can you keep it down?! There might be people here who know me. Stop joking around, this is serious and I'm not in love you idiot"

He thought about what "being in love with Kurt" would feel like and his imagination solely blew him away.

"Here, look, this is Kurt" he gave Wes his phone and Wes gasped.

"I would go gay for a guy like that, Blaine! You sure know how to pick them! He doesn't even look 17. It will suck when they ask for his ID at the cinema when you guys date" he fake pouted and then punched Blaine lightly in the shoulder.

"I'm in trouble, Wes. I can't help myself when I'm around him. I just… flirt. I'm always trying to speak to him. You saw me all worried a moment ago because… I'm supposed to be tutoring a couple of guys this afternoon. Kurt will be there with me. The principal told me to ask Kurt for his help and he said yes, of course, because he wants more credits for graduation. Shit, I don't know what to do!"

"First of all, calm down, this is getting to you and you still haven't even kissed him on the cheek. Second, do you want to act on what you feel? I would wait some time, not after graduation because that's like a year away but at least a couple of weeks, get to know him and see if it's really worth feeling like this or worse… losing your job"

"Lose my job? Woah woah, what are you talking about, Wes? I can't act on this! I literally can't. God knows I'd like to know him but friendship is as far as this can go. Besides, I don't even know if he likes me back or even if he sees me as a potential friend. I've been trying to convince myself to keep it a teacher-student relation Wes, you can't just talk to me about feelings" he took a deep breath. "I- I need to go" he said grabbing his coat and standing up.

"Blaine, don't be mad at me. I was just trying to show you the best case scenario I could come up with. You are the one who came up to me talking about liking a teenager" Wes replied..

"I'm not going to waste my time liking a kid I don't even know. I need to get to work, talk to you later"

Blaineexited the coffee shop feeling worse than how he first arrived. He had been harsh to Wes but he couldn't bear to hear the truth. He just couldn't admit that he wanted to get to know Kurt and get to know him ineverypossible way...

"Earth to Mr. Anderson!" Kurt said waving his hand in front of Mr. Anderson's face.

"Hey, sorry. I was trapped inside my mind" he took a sip from his coffee. "You can call me Blaine whenever we are alone, you know?"

"Oh, I just thought it was better to keep distance… not that I would like to keep distance, I mean to keep the student- teacher relat- not that I'm planning anything" he stuffed his mouth with a piece of that delicious blueberry muffin. He looked cute when he rambled. Blaine had remembered Kurt liked the muffins so much that he made a mental note to bring them every day just to be able to see Kurt's reactions to eating them.

"Looks like you like those"

"Yes! They are sooo good" he dropped a tiny moan and Blaine just couldn't keep himself sitting straight. That moan went straight down to his groin. "You okay, Blaine?"

Oh God, his name said by that angel: indescribable. How marvelous his lips looked while they were pressed together to form the B-sound and that half smirk he did when he finished saying it. This situation was out of control, they still had like 20 minutes alone and Blaine started praying for him not to lose his senses completely.

"Yes, sorry I got distracted"

"Is everything okay? I mean… with you. Not that I know a lot about your life anyway"

"Everything's fine. I had a conversation with a friend today and it got me thinking, nothing too important" Actually is about you, I'm thinking about you. "I know nothing about you either, so, we are even"

"Then let's fix this. Want to play 21 questions till all the gorillas arrive?"

Blaine laughed. He gave it a second and answered. "Okay, let's play. I begin. Where are you from?"

"Here. I've got a tiny certainty that I was to be born in New York but God misplaced the papers" he chuckled at the end. "Where did you graduate?"

"High school at Dalton Academy, an all-boys' private school and college at Lima Community College. It sucks big time. So if your plans are to go to New York, don't ever lose hope" he smiled at him. "Okay um, favourite movie?"

"Moulin Rouge"

"You have got to be kidding me! It's my favourite movie too!" he squealed.

"The Sound of Music is not so far behind" they said at the same time and laughed. Both of the boys were red from head to toes; Blaine was certainly feeling a strange but good connection between them.

"Relationship status?" Kurt asked, not looking at Blaine in the eyes.

"Single. Actually my Facebook says 'It's complicated' but that's because I don't want any creepy guy to start asking questions or anything".

Guy.

Blaine said guy. Kurt's heart was beating so fast and loud, he even thought Blaine would hear. Blaine was gay. And single. And perfect. Even if he had no chance, Santana had negative one hundred chances. He smiled.

"I know I'm breaking the 21 questions' rule but, your mmm... status?"

"Same as always, only out kid in entire Ohio ergo I'm single" he smiled.

"Oh, apparently you are not the only one out!" Blaine cried.

"Ouch, I'm sorry if I offended you Mr. Anderson. I thought you had a voluptuous blue-eyed blonde girl waiting for you at home"

"Your gaydar is broken, Kurt" he laughed loudly.

Just when they were going to continue with their questions they heard the sound of the bell ringing.

"Here they come!" Kurt whispered as he grabbed his things, a bench and sat down next to Blaine's desk.

"Are you ready, Kurt?" Blaine extended his hand so as to shake Kurt's hand. The younger boy grabbed Blaine's hand and just when their skin touched, he felt electricity flow through their intertwined hands. They both looked down at their hands and smiled. Quickly, much to Kurt's disappointment, Blaine let go.

"You've got soft hands" Blaine said and by the look of his face it seemed as if he hadn't wanted to say that aloud.

"Thanks, I have my mom's genes and a set of expensive creams"

The students started filling up the class. Blaine wrote his name in the board and next to his he wrote "assistant: Kurt Hummel".

"Good afternoon, everyone! I'm Mr. Anderson and this guy here is Kurt Hummel, he is a senior here and we—"

"He's also a fairy!" one of the jocks said and most of the class laughed. Kurt was indifferent to their insults, it's been more than 10 years already, and he was used to it. Blaine wasn't.

"What? Who said that?" the class was silent. They weren't used to someone actually reacting. "I said WHO SAID THAT?!" Blaine yelled. He had transformed from the cheerful teacher who had welcomed them to an entire different man.

"Mr. Anderson, let it go, it's not worth it" Kurt said, trying to calm him down.

"Not worth it? Of course it's worth it, Kurt. I'm going to ask again, who said that? Was it you?" he pointed at a big white guy. "What's your name?"

"What'cha talking 'bout? I said nothing to the lady there"

"Tell me your name or I swear to God you will never lay a foot inside this school ever again" Blaine was serious and getting really close to Karofsky's face.

"Dave Karofsky" he responded, fright written all over his face.

"Dave Karofsky, I will see you at the Principal's office and no longer inside this classroom. Is that clear? You'll take your bench and sit outside. You better pay attention, you don't need to fail any more subjects, am I right?"

Karofsky grabbed his stuff and dragged his bench outside. The class was as silent as in mass.

"Oh and Karofsky, before I forget. Tell Kurt you are sorry"

"What? Hell no!"

"Karofsky, I'll only say it once more. Tell Kurt you are sorry" Blaine was so angry at Karofsky it even scared Kurt, but the feeling of being protected by someone as courageous and prince-charming-like made his heart erupt with joy.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry Hummel. Are you happy now Anderson?" Karofsky didn't even look at Kurt.

"First, it's Mr. Anderson to you, Karofsky. Go sit outside" he breathed heavily and stared at the class. "I'm sorry, guys. You didn't deserve to see that. Injustice and impotence brings out the worst and the best out of people. Take out your books and start looking for any doubts you might have. Kurt will call the role in a minute"

Everyone got to work but Kurt felt uncomfortable. He didn't know where he should look or what he should do.

Blaine squatted next to Kurt's desk and whispered "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you very much, Mr. Anderson. That was very brave and the first time someone has ever stood up for me" Kurt's eyes were swelled up with unshed tears. He couldn't breakdown in front of Blaine.

"I'm here for you, Kurt. I know we met only a week ago but if you need anything, just anything, know I'm here" Blaine smiled warmly and stood up, not without brushing his fingers against Kurt's knuckles.

Kurt was hyperventilating. Not only for how Blaine touched his skin but his soul.

A/N: Thoughts? Review! Hope you guys liked this chapter. I should be studying "Society & Culture" and "Theory of Knowledge" but what can you do when Klaine fluff strucks your mind? It's a lot like lightning! (SBL quote hehe)

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