Let's...complicate things a little. Hope you like this chapter, feel free to tell me what you think!

Kurt had abandoned his briefly used diary after explaining the situation in the classroom to it and started to leave the sexual tension to fester without release. He didn't know what good it would do him, but the fact that he was jerking off to one of his pupils now made him feel physically sick. And it wasn't the only thing that was making him feel ill, everyday at school Kurt got more and more nervous, spending half the time trying not to throw up and jumping whenever anyone spoke to him. His teaching standards were deteriorating and he could hear the rest of the staff whispering about what could be wrong. None of them had made an effort to talk to him, none except Will.

"Kurt, is everything okay?" he'd asked approaching the table at which the other man was sat.

"Yeah, I just..." he'd paused, trying to think of a decent excuse, before settling for the obvious. "I'm just worried about some of the seniors, I don't know if they'll all pass and this is their final year, so without a pass they won't graduate." Will had seemed to be convinced by this, patting him on the shoulder and telling him some teaching advice that Kurt found it impossible to concentrate on, therefore deciding instead to just nod along and thank him afterward.

The was one good thing concerning the situation, though, and that was that Blaine hadn't talked to him since the cupboard incident. The boy sat there in every lesson quietly, no interruptions, no innuendos, no nothing. He was still late for those morning classes and his clothes remained the same and Kurt still couldn't help but wonder about the clothes. That led him to be right now sitting at his desk, eyes focused and unblinking on the boy at the back of the class. A part of him wanted to talk to Blaine, to unravel the mystery and the secrets that he held. He bashed his head on the table to try and stop himself from sounding like a melodramatic teenage girl, it attracted several strange looks from his students and caused his head to ache like hell – but worst of all, it didn't work. He looked up, his eyes meeting with another honey colored pair, full of concern. Kurt felt a lump form in his throat and looked down, face reddening.

Blaine stood up, suddenly, his face furious and yet Kurt was certain he could see the hurt in his eyes. He kicked his chair, letting it crash against the wall. There was a collective gasp from the class. He picked up his bag and stormed to the front, eyes burning. "I thought you were different," his voice was low, so only Kurt could hear him. He made a noise of frustration before sweeping everything off Kurt's desk onto the floor and storming out, Kurt had lost count of the amount of times that had happened, but never had it left him so broken. His breath was quick and shallow, his body shaking and his head pounding. Sobs racked his body, making it spasm and causing him to whimper. Kurt tried to control himself, he was surrounded by students and having a meltdown.

"Sir?" asked a tall, awkward boy. He reminded Kurt of a blonde version Finn. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said, clearing his throat. "I'm fine...thanks Zach." The boy stood up and helped his teacher pick up the scattered pieces of paper and pens. Kurt got them to read for the rest of the lesson, not caring about the fact that all they were doing was talking and throwing paper at each other, he didn't have the energy to make them do what they were supposed to be doing.

The bell sounded and they all left, Kurt didn't move, he was fairly sure that if he got up he would either throw up or collapse. He checked his timetable, thankfully it was his last lesson, so he decided to just sit there and try not to cry. Blaine thought he was different...what did that even mean? So, he guessed that most teachers wouldn't make out with one of their students, but he had a feeling that that wasn't what the boy was referring to. Was he supposed to understand what the hell Blaine was on about? If so, he was failing completely. He leaned back in his chair, mind racing but getting no where at all.

Kurt took out some of the essays that he needed to catch up on marking and placed them on his desk, at least it could look as if he was doing some work. He lent his head against the desk, it felt so heavy and he couldn't be bothered to lift it any more. He wondered where Blaine had gone, he suspected he'd left campus all together, probably gone home to...what did Blaine do in the vast amount of time that he spent outside of school, he couldn't imagine the boy reading or playing video games, and he didn't seem to have any friends he could spend time with. He drifted slowly off to sleep, unable to resist any more.

Blaine stood in front of him, his honey eyes light and full of joy. There were no piercings, his hair was longer, the curls falling into his eyes as he tried to push them away. The thing that Kurt couldn't help but marvel at was his smile, there was hint of his normal sarcasm, it was happy and beautiful. He was wearing a gray suit, with a lighter gray shirt and a checked tie. His mouth was moving as he talked animatedly, but Kurt couldn't tell what he was saying.

"You look like you could do with some coffee." Kurt blinked, Blaine really was standing in front of him and talking, but the smile wasn't there and the piercings and normal clothes were back. He sighed heavily, eyes focused on the coffee cup being held out to him. Shrugging, he took it and had a sip, pleasantly surprised by the choice.

"You know my coffee order?" he asked,

"Of course I do," Blaine said, sitting on his old desk nonchalantly. Kurt rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows questioningly. "When we almost fucked in a cupboard it's what you smelt of...and there is no way you can look that hot if it was full fat." Kurt blushed furiously and Blaine smiled, but not like the Blaine in the dream did, it was more suggestive than happy.

"Why do you act like this?" he burst out, suddenly, unable to suppress his confusion. It was obvious he wasn't doing it for some kind of popularity complex, he openly hated everyone at McKinley, but Kurt couldn't work out why it was. He regretted asking as soon as he had though, Blaine's eyes had become guarded, suspicious and yet somehow confused, as if no one had thought to ask before.

"Like you care," he spat back, his body tensing, as if he wanted to hit someone. Kurt hoped it wasn't him.

"Of course I care," Kurt paused, biting his lip. He wasn't sure that was the right thing to say, but to hell with it, despite the boy's insolence, he couldn't help but care. There was a long silence between the two of them, Blaine didn't rebuff the statement, but it was apparent that he didn't want to accept it.

"Not get any coffee for yourself?" Kurt asked, breaking the silence, and Blaine held up his own cup, taking a sip. His teacher just nodded staring at him, curious as to why he no longer felt like puking his guts out. Surely being near Blaine should make it worse, but he felt the most relaxed he had since he met the boy. Blaine looked up, holding his eyes and stepping forward, the guards had fallen and all that was left was beauty and vulnerability.

"I shouldn't have shouted at you, I...I'm..."

"Me too," cut in Kurt, hypnotized by this side of the Blaine, that he was seeing for the first time. He stood up, Blaine's hand raising to caress his cheek, impossibly gentle. His rough skin was cold against Kurt's cheek, sending shivers down his spine. Kurt leaned forward, his brain misted by Blaine's warm breath. Their lips touched, the kiss was gentle and slow, and too soon over.

Blaine pushed back, his face filled with terror, he scrambled towards the door, crashing into desks as he went. Kurt wanted to stop him, but he was too dumbstruck by Blaine's reaction to do anything at all. The boy opened the door and slammed straight into Will. "Woah, slow down," said Kurt's old Glee teacher, in surprise. Blaine tried to squeeze past him, but the man stopped him. "Hang on there a minute, would you Blaine?" he asked, before turning his attention to his ex-student. "Kurt? Principal Figgins says he needs to see you in his office and erm, Blaine," he called after the boy, who had almost escaped. "You should probably go too." Kurt's blood froze and his eyes widened in horror. This couldn't be happening. He tried to say something, to ask why, to tell the man that right now he was actually busy and then to run away and never come back. But his throat had gone dry and all he could manage was some sort of rasping noise.

"He'd like to see you both now."

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Thanks for reading, next time we'll be in Figgins' office...