Blaine sat on the bench outside Principal Collin's office with his head in his hands. He didn't even care if anyone saw him there looking so despairing because the only thing he could face concentrating on at that moment was the floor and it was entirely Kurt's fault.
It had been a week. A whole fucking week and Blaine still couldn't get Kurt's words, or the sultry tone he'd used when he'd said them, out of his mind.
You belong to me
Even the memory of it made him tremble inside and his dick twitch with interest. And Blaine knew he was an idiot. He was an idiot because he left, because he decided to be sensible, like a complete and utter moron. What he should have done was pushed Kurt back on his bed and fucked him through to Sunday. What he should have done was pull him onto his lap, kissed him until their lips hurt and rutted against him until they both cried out in ecstasy. What he definitely should have at least fucking done was talk to the boy at some point this week and not ignore him like he had because he, stupidly, thought that, that would be easier. The deep throbbing in his chest suggested otherwise.
Blaine let a small groan leave his lips as he thought over how stupid he was. It wasn't as if his stomach hadn't flipped multiple times the second Kurt had said those amazing words. He fisted his hands into his hair as he remembered how much he wanted to give in to Kurt. To tell him that, yes, he was Kurt's and he was free to have him. The way Kurt had spoken those words, treating Blaine like property, had sent a shiver up his spine, making him feel, in that split second, not only desired but protected and cared for. Exactly how his dom was supposed to make him feel. Except he hadn't allowed himself to stay in that moment. He couldn't allow himself to stay in that moment.
He was doing it for Kurt, really. Which he knew sounded ridiculous but it was true. He was the older one of the two of them, by a long way, and, he should know how to deal with this. However, as much as he'd spent most of his late teens, and some of his early twenties, looking for Kurt, he hadn't actually prepared himself for what would happen if he ever actually found him. Or what he would do if maybe things weren't as easy as he expected them to be. It reminded him of when he was a kid and his Mom would read him fairy tales of sub princesses and their dom princes and how only a tower stood in their way. Or poor subs who get rescued by handsome doms from their evil stepmothers and live happily ever after. Wasn't that how it was supposed to be? Like a fairy tale with a happily ever after? All he'd ever been told was how he would just need to find his other half, his missing puzzle piece and everything would fall into place. He wouldn't ever be lonely or sad again. Blaine assumed that the reason he thought that was something to do with his Traditionalist upbringing.
If anything, the fact that things with Kurt were clearly going to be complicated, was spurring him on even more to make sure that he can keep doing his job well. It would mean that he can keep showing these kids the difference between right and wrong and trying to prepare them for the things that he was currently trying to deal with. Which was why he was even more cut up that Principal Collins had asked to see him.
He'd spent the whole week concentrating so much on Kurt's glorious words and the way his hands had felt so perfect running over his chest, that he'd let things slip more than a little bit at work. He'd managed to sleep in late almost every day, after having not being able to sleep the night before thinking about it, then teaching the wrong classes all of the wrong information. It seemed to be the last straw had been when he'd forgotten to cover detention like he'd agreed to a few weeks before and all of the students had left early.
The door to the principal's office was yanked open suddenly by his secretary, causing Blaine to jump slightly, and he was ushered in.
"Mr Anderson, please sit down." Principal Collins gestured to the seat in front of him, not looking up from where he was writing something down on a notepad on his desk, and waited for Blaine to, nervously, sit down. Blaine took a deep breath, praying that the next words out of Principal Collins mouth weren't "you're fired". Although there might have been certain advantages to that, certain Kurt-shaped advantages, he lived through his job and wasn't sure what he'd do without it.
Principal Collins, finally, placed his pen down and looked up at Blaine, entwining his fingers on the desk in front of him. He smiled but, it seemed to be more out of politeness than actually wanting to be friendly to Blaine.
"I thought it would be best, Mr Anderson, if you came in so that we could have a little chat." He said slightly patronisingly, staring at Blaine intently. "I've noticed that you've been a little… distracted, shall we say, with your work recently." Blaine breathed steadily, not taking his eyes off of the Principal. "I don't think it's necessary to go over where you've fallen short of the mark, I'm sure you're well aware." The principal said, straightening some of the items on his desk. "I assume, though, that you understand that this is completely unacceptable?" Blaine nodded slowly, his heart starting to beat faster in his chest and he felt his palms get sweaty with how nervous he was getting. He was about to be fired. He was sure of it. He'd have to move out of his apartment and probably sell his car. He'd have to explain to his parents exactly why he'd lost his perfectly respectable job too. He swallowed heavily wondering how long Principal Collins was going to string this out and started planning the words that he was going to use to explain this to his parents. "So, do you mind telling me what's behind all of this, Mr Anderson? Because, up until now, we haven't had any problems but, if this is something that's going to continue, I will have to seriously reconsider your position here." Blaine's eyes widened as the principal spoke. He cleared his throat before starting to speak.
"Uhm… I just… haven't really been sleeping very well but, I'm trying to get a handle on it…" He's definitely going to fire me, Blaine thought to himself. No-one would be happy with an excuse like that.
"Well, Mr Anderson," This is it. "That really doesn't leave me with much choice," I'm fired, I'm totally fired. "You'll have to cover the Sophomore Health Class today to start getting yourself back into my good books, I think." Wait, what?
"I'm sorry," Blaine laughed gently. "The health class?"
"It's not really a laughing matter, Mr Anderson, but, yes. The health class. Mrs Howard is off sick today. She only had one lesson which was the Sophomore Group in Room 5." That's Kurt's class, Blaine thought to himself. "It happens to be the next lesson and I trust that you can take over that group and do a good job, yes?"
"Uh, yes," Blaine said, quickly nodding. "Yes, of course. What are they studying?"
"They're in the middle of their marking studies. So you'll need to give them a bit of information on both submissives and dominants before answering any questions." Blaine swallowed heavily when he put two and two together and realise that the principal was asking him to teach Kurt's class about their markings. I think I'd rather have been fired, Blaine thought to himself, despairingly. "I trust that you'll be fine doing that, Mr Anderson?" Principal Collins stared at him expectantly, raising his eyebrows. Blaine simply nodded, finding forming sentences to be quite difficult at that moment in time. "Good, now I recommend you leave now before you're late for that lesson too!" Blaine nodded again, before getting up to leave. "And Mr Anderson?" Blaine turned back around to see Principal Collins' slimy smile directed at him. "Be grateful that you still have a job…"
Blaine nodded once more before leaving the room altogether, trying to keep his composure and not freak out. How on earth was he going to stand in front of Kurt and teach his entire class about how to assert their dominance without turning as red as he was certain he was already turning? Equally, this was definitely the worst possible time (and situation) to be seeing Kurt for the first time since he'd had his hands all over him.
Blaine sighed and started to head to Room 5, trying desperately to put thoughts of Kurt (Kurt's hands, Kurt's voice, Kurt's cock) out of his mind, in case he had too much of a physical reaction before he got to the lesson. As he arrived, the door was shut and he glanced through the window to see the class had already turned up, sat down and were loudly chatting to each other. He could see through the window that Kurt was sitting in the front row, right at the centre which, Blaine was fully aware, was going to be incredibly distracting. He watched for a few seconds as Kurt laughed and chatted to one of the other boys (Blaine thought his name was Wes but wasn't certain) before laughing so loudly that, for some reason, it meant that Kurt had to lean over and touch his arm lightly. Blaine felt a small pang of jealousy deep in the pit of his stomach and thought that, even if it was just to stop that from happening, it was as good a time as any to walk in and get the class' attention so he could start the lesson.
"Good morning, class." Blaine said as he walked into the room and went to stand directly behind the desk, placing his bag down beside it. "Sorry I'm late. Mrs Howard is sick today so I'll be taking your health class." He glanced up and could see that the smile had all but died from Kurt's face, in surprise, as he watched Blaine move from behind the desk to leaning up in front of it. "We'll be continuing your work on Markings so if you could all take out your workbooks, we'll get started."
Blaine watched as the entire class took out their books, except for Kurt who already had his book open on his desk so instead sat just gazing at Blaine. He gave him a small hint of a smile and mouthed "hi", lifting his hand into a small wave, which Blaine returned while the rest of the class were distracted with searching for their books. Blaine's heart already felt lighter from the small gesture, or maybe it was just being close to Kurt in any way that was making his heart feel like that. Either way, Blaine started to feel like teaching the class wasn't going to be as bad as he originally thought.
"So, I guess we'll start with the easy stuff." Blaine said, as he walked to the chalkboard and drew a line down the middle of the board and wrote "dominants" on one side and "submissives" on the other. "Can anyone tell me what the main characteristics of someone who is dominant are?" He asked the class. A sea of hands rose and Blaine worked his way around the room, gradually putting the words on the board until the word "dominants" had a reasonable list of words underneath it (possessive, protective, controlling, passionate, leader, strong, spontaneous) written neatly in Blaine's script hand writing. Blaine nodded to his class, each time they gave him a word, congratulating them on defining dominants so well.
"Now," he said, turning back to the board and trying to stay calm, "h-how about submissives?" His heart leapt into his throat. This was the moment when he could possibly get found out by Kurt and his entire class. If they listed words that could easily describe him, it would be really easy for them to guess which hand his marking was on.
He turned around to see his class and saw that only a few of them had put their hands up. He felt his shoulders slump slightly with disappointment. He wasn't surprised that, as doms, they knew more about doms than subs but was shocked at how few of them knew anything at all. After a few minutes of asking them, he'd managed to get a few words on the board (supportive, generous, prepared, planners, team players, thinkers), with a lot of input from himself. When he asked the class if they could think of any other words to describe submissives, a familiar voice from the back of the class called out to him.
"Weak!" The voice called with a smirk. Blaine knew exactly who that voice belonged to and, as he turned round, it was confirmed when he saw Sebastian Smythe's face grinning at him from the back of the class.
Blaine felt that he was supposed to act like too much of an adult to say that he had a nemesis but, if he could, Sebastian would definitely be it. He was one of the students that Blaine disliked the most. He had an awful smirking face that made it look like he thought everything was both amusing and beneath him at the same time and was the epitome of a kid with too much privilege and not enough upbringing. The thing that made it so, so much worse for Blaine, was that he hadn't met a kid that was so markist before. In fact, Blaine had rarely met an adult that was as markist as Sebastian. Not only did he think that subs were weak, but also stupid, uninteresting and mostly, not worthy of his time.
Blaine noticed that Kurt had frowned and turned to look at Sebastian, glaring at him until after Blaine had started talking again.
"No, Sebastian, submissives aren't weak. In fact, they're a lot stronger than most people give them credit for. They also are very necessary for dominants as, while dominants make submissives feel more confident, protected and comfortable, submissives are extremely supportive and allow dominants to keep themselves more in control than they would be otherwise which, actually, brings me onto my next subject, which is that of control." Blaine erased the words already written on the board and wrote "control" across the centre. He turned back to see that Kurt's focus was back on him again.
"Now, you all know that it is a dominant's role to control and command their submissive. You will mostly do this to help your submissive feel safe and wanted within your relationship but also to help guide you both through life. However, what you may or may not have realised by now is that your ability to control can be based greatly on your emotions." Blaine moved to lean up against his desk to talk to the class. "When you're feeling extreme emotions like happiness, or sadness, or anything else, you might find it a lot more difficult to control not only your actions but to also command your submissive. A lot of time, your natural instincts will take over and you may react to things in extreme ways. What you probably don't know," Blaine said enthusiastically, trying to keep the class as interested as possible, "is that submissives' ability to follow commands are greatly controlled by their emotions too. A submissive's natural default is to follow the commands of a dominant, especially their marked dominant however, as submissives grow older, all the while they haven't met their soul mate, they build up the ability to resist a dominant's commands. However, when a sub is feeling any kind of extreme emotion, they automatically go back to their default of just following commands without a fight." Blaine noticed Wes' hand raise into the air and he gestured to him to ask his question.
"Mr Anderson, I was just wondering what happens when a sub, who's built up a resistance to commands, gets a command from their soul mate?" Blaine's breath shuddered slightly at the question and his eyes flickered to Kurt, who seemed to be watching him intently but, then, he did that every lesson so Blaine assumed it didn't have anything to do with guessing that Blaine was his soul mate.
"Uhm, well, that's a good question. Normally, at first, they can still resist the command. You will see some kind of physical reaction from them," like how much it made me tremble, Blaine thought to himself, "but they'll be able to resist. However, over time that will break down. Also," Blaine said, raising a finger as he spoke, "again, emotions play a huge part in it. If a submissive is extremely happy, sad, tired, angry and so on, they're much more likely to automatically follow a command. It's important, though, that you all make sure your submissive is being given free choice. Although they need to feel safe under your command, they also should not be made to feel like they don't have control over their own lives. Also, bear in mind that, all of these feelings are based around different hormones in your body so both subs and doms feel commands and disobeying commands physically within their bodies and it's those feelings that subs work towards suppressing."
"You know, you sure do know a lot about submissives, Mr Anderson." Sebastian called out sarcastically, and slightly accusingly, from the back of the room.
"That would be because I paid attention in school, Sebastian." Blaine responded, smiling to try and show Sebastian that it wasn't going to work. He wasn't going to get a rise out of him. Blaine noticed Kurt staring at his desk, frowning fiercely and seeming to be breathing deeply. He was about to ask Kurt if he was ok until he got distracted by Sebastian talking again.
"Are you sure it's not because you're a sub, Mr Anderson?" Sebastian said, grinning viciously. "Because you're weak like a sub." All of a sudden Blaine heard a noise from Kurt's desk and spun around to see the he'd turned to glare at Sebastian again and was now, more or less, growling at him. Blaine had to take a deep breath because, fuck, that was incredibly sexy.
"S-Sebastian, I don't think that's a very appropriate thing for you to be saying to a teacher." Blaine said, suddenly finding it difficult to concentrate on reprimanding Sebastian when the low sound of Kurt's snarls where travelling across the room.
"Well, then, you're kind of stupid like a sub too," Sebastian said, narrowing his eyes and laughing as if he thought he'd said the funniest thing ever. Before Blaine realised what was going on, Kurt, angrier than Blaine had ever seen him before, had leapt out of his seat and was starting to stride towards Sebastian.
"You don't talk to him like that, Sebastian!" Kurt yelled, still growling, as he reached Sebastian's desk and banged his hand down onto it, leaning towards him.
"Kurt…" Blaine called, starting to walk towards them to break it up. He placed a hand on Kurt's back and tugged at his arm gently. Kurt shrugged him off and carried on leaning towards Sebastian, who just stuck his chin out towards Kurt aggressively and continued talking, still with the same smarmy look on his face.
"Kurt," he smiled, "glad to see you've decided to start acting like a man today. Now you might want to continue to be a man and tell your woman there that I'll talk to her how I want." Sebastian gestured towards Blaine when he said the word woman and that seemed to be the final straw for Kurt as Blaine could see his eyes widen, almost comically, before he lunged towards Sebastian and grabbed him by the lapels.
"Whoa!" Blaine called out rushing towards them and managed to swiftly wrap his arms around Kurt's waist and pull Kurt off of Sebastian, who was laughing meanly and holding his hands in the air in a surrendering gesture. Blaine backed away, holding Kurt's back up to his chest as Kurt continued to reach out towards Sebastian and struggled, kicking out to try and get back to whatever he had planned for Sebastian.
Blaine managed to grab his arms and hold him for long enough to tell Sebastian to get to the principal's office, to which Sebastian just smirked again, grabbed his bag, and slowly walked out of the room.
"No!" Kurt called out, angrily, as he managed to get loose from Blaine's grip almost, trying to follow after Sebastian. Blaine gripped him again, tightly, around the waist.
"Come on, you." He said gruffly to Kurt as he practically carried him out of the room. By the time they got outside, Kurt had stopped throwing himself around so much but was still clearly seething. Blaine pushed him away from his body and prepared to tell Kurt to go to his dorm.
"Kurt…" Blaine started but was cut off as Kurt, still growling, thrust him roughly up against the wall, nearly winding him with the strength of it. He started to quickly move in to kiss Blaine but Blaine turned his head and, instead Kurt's lips landed roughly on Blaine's neck. Based on the noises Kurt was making, though, he didn't seem to mind.
"Mine!" He said gruffly as he scraped his teeth along Blaine's neck, grabbing his wrists and holding them tightly to the wall. "You're still mine, he can't touch you!" Kurt continued to nip and lick hard at Blaine's neck, pressing his entire body up against Blaine's, holding him in place as he started to rut against him. Blaine gasped with the sensation, trying to stop his head from swimming at how good it felt and trying to get himself back under control so that he could get Kurt back under control.
"Kurt!" Blaine said, using as much authority as he could possibly get in his voice and finally managing to start to wriggle free. He gripped tightly to the top of Kurt's arms and guided him back away from the wall. "No, stop it!" He said strongly. "Go back to your dorm now, I will come and talk to you once this class is over." Kurt's eyes were still dark and angry but he'd seemed to start to calm down as he looked into Blaine's eyes and slowly nodded before backing away and heading in the direction of his dorm.
Blaine took a few steps back and rested against the wall, allowing himself to take a few breaths to try and calm down before going back into his classroom. He glanced down at his groin and whimpered slightly at the prominent bulge that was there. He bit his lip willing it away and hating the fact that he didn't have the time to just deal with it because, after how turned on he was by Kurt just then, he sure as hell needed to.
Finally, after about five minutes, Blaine had calmed down enough to be able to go back into the classroom without anyone noticing that he'd been achingly hard just a few minutes earlier. He managed to convince the class that what had happened was set up and was a role play exercise showing how hormones and emotions can make a dominant get carried away with themselves and was able to finish the rest of the class fairly swiftly. Once he told everyone, about five minutes early, that they could leave the lesson, he made a quick stop by the principal's office to explain why Sebastian was there before heading to Kurt's dorm.
He didn't know for sure but, he was fairly certain that Principal Collins wouldn't care too much about Sebastian's actions in his classroom. It was quite likely that he wouldn't see too much wrong with the things Sebastian had said to him and give him a fairly light punishment but, right at that moment, he didn't care about that. All he cared about was Kurt and seeing if he was ok.
After seeing the way Kurt had reacted in his class, Blaine knew that enough was enough. He had to tell Kurt that they were soul mates because, they needed to be able to sort through these things together. It wasn't as if the situation with Kurt wasn't already affecting his job and his role as teacher anyway. He wasn't sure that him telling Kurt would make any difference with that, and at least then he could finally kiss Kurt and allow himself to be touched by Kurt the way he so desperately wanted to be. Plus, he was pretty sure that Kurt would be capable of keeping it quiet for a while, just so they could get used to it and work all of this mess out.
Blaine allowed himself to get a little excited as he approached Kurt's room. Based on what he was planning, it wouldn't be long until he could finally feel Kurt's lips on his own and that was a very, very exhilarating thought.
***
Kurt sat on his bed, wringing his hands when he heard the knock on the door. He knew that it would be Mr Anderson but he was terrified to answer because he was so worried that he was going to be expelled because of what how carried away and out of control he got. Then he'd have to face his Dad and explain what happened and maybe move schools again and, worst of all, probably move away from Mr Anderson. He didn't really understand what had happened though, he could barely remember the details of what went on in that classroom, just the emotions that had washed over him. He had just wanted to protect Mr Anderson so had done what he needed to do.
He heard the knock again and he realised that he'd ignored it the first time.
"Come in," he called out, his voice scratchy because he'd been crying and he hadn't used his voice since. He heard his door open and looked up to see Mr Anderson smiling at him, he suddenly dropped his head feeling so much more upset because he felt like he must have really let his teacher down.
"Hey, hey, don't cry." Mr Anderson rushed towards him and got on his knees in front of him so he could try to look Kurt in the eye. "Kurt?" Mr Anderson smiled at him as Kurt sat wringing his hands in his lap. "What happened back there?" He asked kindly. Kurt let out a sob and threw his arms around his teacher's neck. He felt Mr Anderson move his hands and place them along the sides of his thighs, rubbing them up and down to try and soothe Kurt. "Hey now, shh, it's ok…" Mr Anderson said soothingly, his voice dropping low so he could comfort Kurt as his hands moved along his thighs and oh, that felt good. It felt really good, actually, and Kurt's heart started to race as he hoped that Mr Anderson wouldn't stop moving his hands.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Kurt repeated as his head pressed up against Mr Anderson's shoulder and he shook it gently in disbelief.
"It's ok," Mr Anderson whispered repeatedly. Kurt felt his hands trail up his thighs and then to the base of his spine before trailing under his blazer and shirt and slowly caressing his back. Kurt sighed at the gentle feeling of heat that was now moving up and down his back and then Mr Anderson's hands were pulling him forwards slightly so that Kurt was sliding on to his lap and straddling him. Kurt was shifted so that he was leaning against one shoulder as Mr Anderson continued to rub his large hand over Kurt's skin, now being able to reach more of his back. Kurt felt a fresh set of tears start to fall at how nice he was being, especially when Kurt knew that he'd acted so terribly. As he cried harder, he felt the grip on his shoulders tighten until he'd calmed down again. "Talk to me," Mr Anderson said eventually. "What happened?" Kurt shook his head.
"I… I don't know… I mean… I d-do know I just… I don't understand why that happened… I just remember that Sebastian was saying those…things to you and I was mad, I was so mad!" Kurt shook his head angrily. "Then I remember that I just felt really, really protective of you, like I had to do something, anything to shut him up and keep you safe from it and then I just… I just lost control…" Kurt felt Mr Anderson squeeze him tightly again. "I know I shouldn't be feeling like that about you but I just… I couldn't help it." He felt a hand move to run through his hair, smoothing it down soothingly.
"That's your dominant instincts, probably." Mr Anderson said calmly, nodding gently as he spoke. "You can't do that though, Kurt. You have to try and hold it in and only use it when it's really, really necessary." Kurt frowned and pulled himself away to look at his teacher, suddenly feeling kind of angry and definitely very frustrated.
"I'm only 16." Kurt said, matter-of-factly. "I'm only just starting to get these… these feelings… How could Ipossibly know what to do with them?" Kurt shrugged and sighed.
"Look, Kurt, I'm not going to tell the principal about what you did because, I get it. I get that it was your natural instincts, and there are a lot of things that I do just because it's my natural instincts too but you have to try and control it somehow… you can't let this happen again." Mr Anderson tipped his head and grabbed Kurt's hands, trying to look him in the eye. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" Kurt nodded gently.
"It's just… I can't work out why I started feeling like that so, it's not even as if I can avoid situations like it." Kurt huffed in despair and he felt Mr Anderson's hands tighten around his and, as he looked at him, he noticed that his teacher was biting his lip nervously and looking incredibly guilty.
"Kurt…" Mr Anderson said anxiously, gripping Kurt's hips and sliding him off his lap and onto the floor so that he could talk to him properly. "I have to tell you something…" Kurt gazed intently at him and noticed that he started to fiddle with the glove on his left hand. "I think I know why you were feeling like that when Sebastian was attacking me…" He saw Mr Anderson gulp and take a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak.
At that exact moment, Kurt's cell phone rang loudly in his pocket and came to life, vibrating against his thigh. Kurt pulled it out to turn it off and saw that it was his father.
"I'm sorry," he said to his teacher, "I have to get this or he'll just keep ringing." He rolled his eyes and smiled gently, expecting Mr Anderson to leave. "Sorry… could I just have some privacy?" He spoke sweetly when Mr Anderson didn't leave and saw his teacher grin apologetically.
"Sure," he said, getting up. "We can… uh… we can talk about this later." He gave Kurt a small wave as he walked out of the room and let Kurt answer the phone to his father.
"Hi Dad," Kurt answered, distractedly.
"Hey there, kiddo. How's it going?" His Dad's cheerful voice boomed out of the phone.
"Yeah it's fine," Kurt said simply. "What's up?"
"Oh I just wanted to catch up and let you know that… well… I met someone…" Kurt could practically hear his father grin stupidly down the phone. "You know her actually, it's your friend Finn's Mom, Carole?"
"Finn's more of an acquaintance than a friend, Dad but I'm glad for you."
"I'd really like you to come and meet her soon. I think this could be something serious."
"Yeah, ok, I'll come home for a weekend soon, then. " Kurt sighed, completely unenthused.
"Kurt, are you ok? You sound completely miserable."
"Yeah…" Kurt said sadly. "I'm just going through some stuff…"
"What stuff? Do you want to talk?"
"No… yes… I don't know…" Kurt said.
"Come on," Burt said soothingly. "You know you can tell me anything…" Probably not this, Kurt thought to himself.
"It's nothing, really," Kurt shrugged, forgetting that his father wouldn't be able to see it. "There's just this guy that I really, really like and… he's not my soul mate but I keep feeling all of these things and I don't quite understand them or know what to do about them and it's just kind of getting to me…"
"Well, you know, Kurt, some people who aren't soul mates have been able to make it work so, that's not everything. I won't lie to you and tell you that it's not quite as easy or fulfilling but, you can still be really happy."
"I know."
"Have you spoken to this guy… told him how you feel?"
"Not in so many words but, he's kind of amazing which makes him really, really intimidating."
"Well, you're never going to get anywhere unless you talk to him, Kurt." His Dad said simply. Kurt sighed and agreed with him, promising his Dad that he would follow his advice the next day.
Once he'd hung up, Kurt took a quick peek out of his bedroom door to see if Mr Anderson had waited for him but, seeing the hallway empty, Kurt guessed not and went back into his dorm to go to sleep. He would definitely need it, if he was going to actually talk to Mr Anderson about this situation tomorrow.