A/N: Hiiiii guys! Sorry it's been a while. :/ Been sick, plus real life, blah blah blah. Here is your update! Enjoy! : (
Chapter 4
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Blaine retrieved his phone and answered, his eyes never leaving his students'.
"Hello?" Blaine said, starting to fiddle with his bowtie. "Hey Sebastian. Yah. Uh, huh. Sounds great, see you then." He smiled and hung up. Blaine leaned back in his chair and yawned. "Busy weekend. Gosh. I almost forgot my coffee date with Sebastian tomorrow…" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Shit, I forgot Kurt was here. Why did I say that out loud? He frowned.
Kurt looked at his teacher a hint of jealousy in his eyes; he hoped the teacher didn't notice.
But the thing is Blaine DID notice.
Kurt stood abruptly. "I have to go." He packed his things, not looking up.
Blaine checked his watch, and sure enough, they had 5 minutes left. Damn. Ok. The teacher was bummed. I want to spend more time with Kurt. He thought sadly, and he rose from his chair, planning on helping Kurt pack up.
Kurt pushed his glasses up and sighed, gripping his backpack strap on his shoulder.
"You forgot this, Kurt." Mr. Anderson found a pencil on his desk, and shyly handed it to Kurt. Really, Blaine? A pencil? Can you be anymore lame? He probably thinks I'm being stupid! Blaine thought, frowning miserably.
Kurt smiled sweetly. "T-thanks….I think?" He looks so adorable when he pouts…. But why is he frowning?
"Sure, Kurt." Blaine mumbled and sat back down. "See you Monday."
"Knock Knock!"
Kurt jumped 10 feet (Ok, maybe 5 feet) and turned his attention to the door and gazed upon the US History teacher, Mr. Smythe practically ogling Mr. Anderson.
WAIT. What the?!...Kurt put two and two together…Mr. Smythe is SEBASTIAN?! OMG…I think I'm gonna be sick….Kurt panicked.
Blaine touched his arm. "Kurt? Are you ok? You don't look so good."
Kurt looked green.
Was it something I said? Or something I did? Blaine thought, a confused look on his face.
"'M fine. Bye." Kurt rushed out, bumping into Mr. Smythe. He didn't look back.
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Kurt slammed his door, and threw his bag on the living room floor. "Arrrrgh! What's wrong with me?! What does HE have that I don't?!" Kurt yelled to no one in particular. He threw his hands up in frustration.
"Boy trouble, I presume?" Carole walked in, drinking her hot tea with lemon from her usual mug.
"Yeah, I guess….." Kurt sighed.
Ok. So, yes, I have it BAD for Mr. Anderson. And to answer my own damn question Mr. Smythe (Kurt made a disgusted face) is more his type. What is his type, exactly? I mean, Mr. Smythe is his age….he's a teacher himself, he comes from a very wealthy family, he MAYBE has at least some good qualities... (Not likely!)
"Anything I can help with?" Carole looked at Kurt with a concerned look, and they both took a seat on the couch.
Kurt immediately grabbed a couch cushion and stuffed his face into it. "Mrrrrgmph."
Carole chuckled. "Well, how about this. I'll fix the leftovers for you that you missed tonight? Your dad had to make a quick run back to the shop for something. He should be home soon, and we can talk about it while you eat. Sound good?"
"Ok. Thanks." Kurt yawned and rubbed his eyes, obviously tired. He got up and walked upstairs to his room, feeling an unpleasant twist in his gut.
I've got to figure out a way to get his attention. Make him want the whole package of one Kurt Hummel. But how? …..
Kurt started to think of ways to be around Mr. Anderson more. He had to see everything that Kurt was. And with some ideas sparking,Kurt started his devious plan.
