Author's Note: Here's a long chapter for you guys! I'm sorry that not every single is as long as the previous one. I just feel that it's more important to give you short quality chapters than longass posts that are craptastic.

Anyway, I wanted to touch on one more thing: smut. I know that some of you are saying that I'm killing you, but I promise that it will be worth it. I'm not trying to tease you (well, maybe I am a bit). I just want this to be as realistic as possible. I want you guys to be able to picture this happening if the Klaine now didn't exist or possibly just see this as something that could happen in every day life.

Just know that things are developing for them and when the time is right, sexy times will be had. ;0)

Oh that note, I'll hush so you can read.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing other than what's inside my own head. :0)


Chapter 5 Part 2: Where Do We Go From Here?


Soon, the two got into their respective vehicles and left the lot. As the teacher found himself tailing behind Kurt in his Audi, he silently began cursing the boy under his breath. How could he let himself get so worked up over him? A seventeen year old boy! His student, no less! While he knew what they were doing was wrong, in that moment as he instructed the young lad to his apartment, he simply could not justify doing otherwise.

"Do I turn here?" asked the soft voice on the other end of his iPhone. Snapping back to reality, the man focused on the dark black SUV in front of him.

"What?" replied Blaine, still partially caught offguard as the vehicle in front of him came to a halt.

"At this stop sign. Do I turn here or go straight?"

Blaine hesitated, glancing in his rearview mirror to reassure himself that they weren't being followed.

"Oh, uh…right. Take a right here."

Slowly the SUV in front of him, signaled a right turn and headed down the side street. Ten minutes later, they arrived at Blaine's apartment complex. Remembering that he was still on the phone, he pulled forward ahead of the boy. "Take the road there on the left. It'll take you around back. There's extra parking there, but make sure that you park in the space for 2A."

"2A, got it."

"I'm on the second floor. Meet you up there in a few."

Blaine hung up the phone as soon as he pulled into the space. Shutting off the engine, he rested his head against the steering wheel, questioning his morals one last time before grabbing his satchel and opening the door. As he gave his key fob one last click, he knew that there was no turning back. Through the door of his building and up a flight of stairs to his apartment he went. There, beside the doorframe, was Kurt, propped on his side as he patiently awaited the man who had been teaching him French poetry earlier in the day.

Upon meeting his gaze, the boy's cheeks flushed immediately, causing a slight smile to cross the man's lips. Moving to the door, he fumbled with his keys, hoping that his hand would cooperate and lucky for him it did. Within seconds, the door was jarred wide open.

Stepping back slowly, Mr. Anderson offered his student a fond smile and gestured to the newly created pathway.

"After you."


As he moved inside, Kurt began giving the man's apartment the once over. While his mentor hadn't planned for company, for a teacher, Blaine's apartment was surprisingly clean and well decorated, he might add. He glanced around the room, quickly taking into account everything in front of him, from a book thoughtfully placed on the table to the photos scattered in frames along the wall. This was really it. He had crossed the threshold into brand new territory: a man's apartment. However, this man wasn't just some random stranger a few years his senior, this man shared the same passions for living that he did.

The thought of it all made Kurt nervous. He knew just as well as the man that they were playing with fire, and while the boy was inexperienced, somehow he didn't care. Until Blaine came along, no one had quite understood him the way he had wished to be. No one knew what really made him tick. That is, until his teacher came along and tore away all the pesky bricks of his façade, leaving nothing but the real him, vulnerable and bare.

Once he had finished inspecting a few photos, Young Hummel finally sat his satchel down beside his teacher's near the door, deciding that despite the circumstances, he would, in fact, stay.

"Can I get you something to drink?" offered the dark haired man, his voice still a tad shaky.

"No, no…I'm fine, still good from my coffee, but thanks though," he replied softly.

As he came out of the kitchen, Blaine motioned to the large leather sofa. "Please, have a seat."

Taking his professor's advice, he walked round the coffee table and plopped down in the center of the couch. He crossed his legs and watched as the man stood there, forgetting that he too should sit down. After a moment of feeling foolish, he cozied up in the arm of the sofa.

Kurt sighed, knowing that there was nothing else left to do but talk. While their time at The Lima Bean had been a welcome distraction, he knew there wasn't any way around it this time. They were safe in the confines of Blaine's apartment, just the two of them, with no one to interfere or cause them to do otherwise.

"I guess we should talk about all this, huh?" asked Blaine, still seeming a little on edge.

The boy nodded. "I think it's best that we should. Do you want to start or shall I?"

His teacher gently shook his head. "It doesn't matter…I can, if you want."

Slowly reaching over, he took Kurt's hand, safely enclosing it between his own. "I-is this okay?"

Kurt nearly gasped his warm touch on his skin, but managed to breath through his nervousness.

He muttered, "Mmhmm", as he felt the rough digits caressing his own.

Blaine shut his eyes, only for a moment, to collect his thoughts. Focusing on the dainty hand within his, he spoke.

"Kurt…I'm not sure what this is between us or if it should even be happening, but I…"

His gaze left their hands and slowly moved up to the boy's. He was staring intently at the man, already hanging on to every word.

"You are so, so amazing to me in so many ways. I look at you and you floor me. You…you take my breath away. You've barely left Ohio and yet you seem as if you've already traveled the world. You never cease to amaze me. You're filled with all of this passion for living even though you still have so much living to do. Sometimes you make me wish that I still had those kinds of dreams for myself…"

Realizing that he was rambling, he moved closer to Kurt, never breaking his gaze.

"Never, in all my life, have I met anyone like you and while all of this scares the hell out of me, it scares me even more at the thought of losing you. I don't know if you'd even want anything to do with me, but I…I'd give anything just to have that chance."

Kurt smiled softly as he raised his free hand to his professor's cheek.

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

Blaine let out a happy sigh and gently pressed his face against the tender hand caressing his cheek.

"Kurt?" asked the hazel-eyed charmer.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson?" inquired his young student, his hand falling back into his lap.

"Blaine," he muttered softly.

Kurt blushed. "Yes, Blaine?"

Releasing the hand from his own, he slightly leaned into the boy, his eyes tracing all over his face before meeting his gaze once again.

"Could I kiss you?"

Although he still felt quite anxious, Kurt desperately wanted to feel the man's lips against his own. Exhaling a staggered breath, the young boy nodded quickly. As the beautiful man continued leaning in, their lips slowly becoming inches apart, he felt it was only appropriate to meet him halfway.

Tenderly cradling his student's face with his hand, Blaine closed the gap between them, letting their lips gingerly mesh together. Pulling back just enough, he began to pepper Kurt's mouth with soft, little kisses. Sighing ever so slightly, the porcelain doll released a delicious yet barely audible moan while guiding his own hand to the light scruff that covered parts of his professor's face. It shouldn't have felt as good as it did, but neither of them seemed to care. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else in the world seemed to exist. All that mattered to the two in that moment was the two sets of lips that carefully danced in time against each other.

Kurt leaned into the kiss and opened his mouth just enough to coax Blaine inside. As their kiss became more open, more wet, more real, the man groaned, his fingertips gliding from the delicate cheek where it had once rested to the boy's neck. The young brunette shivered at the new contact, but loved the sensation of the strong hand ghosting over his neck.

As he tilted his head back in hopes of encouraging Blaine to continue exploring his neck, Kurt got a little more than he had bargained for. Trailing kisses downward from the boy's soft lips, the dark haired man moved to his student's neck, allowing his lips and the tip of his tongue to taste the silky skin beneath them.

Kurt whimpered at the new feeling against his throat. It was everything he could do not to have his eyes roll into the back of his head at the thought of Blaine doing all of these things to him, but now it was real. He really was experiencing all of this with the man he wanted. It was no longer a dream. There he sat, smack dab in the middle of a couch in his professor's two-bedroom apartment. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying it as much as he did. He knew that he should have said no the first time Mr. Anderson had kissed him in his classroom, even if it was accidental means of consoling him, but he didn't and Kurt refused to care.

Guiding his hand to Blaine's shoulder, the boy lightly pressed into his tone body with his velvet fingertips, almost as if he were trying to keep himself from floating right off of the sofa. As another moan escaped his mouth, his hazel-eyed lover began his passionate attack on the side on his throat. Getting lost in the wonder that was Blaine Anderson's lips, Kurt barely noticed the firm hand beginning to tug at the buttons on his shirt. Suddenly the first two buttons of his shirt had been freed from the shirt's grasp. His heart began to race. What had he gotten himself into?

"Blaine!" exclaimed the boy, throwing a hand over the larger one against his chest. "Wait…stop, please. I—I'm not ready."

The older man looked at him with concern in his eyes.

"Kurt…what did you think I was going to do?"

The brunette blushed. "I—to be honest I wasn't sure. I'm just not-I'm not ready for much more than kissing."

Blaine smiled fondly at him before stroking his cheek. "Kurt, I would never force you into doing anything that you didn't want to do. I promise you that. I just-" He lowered his head for a moment and finally returned to the boy's gaze, his cheeks equally flushed.

"I just wanted to kiss you…right here." Carefully moving the collar of Kurt's button-up shirt, his fingers lightly pressed into the soft skin between the boy's neck and shoulder before ghosting back down to his bicep.

Kurt's head came to rest against Blaine's chest. "Oh…I…that's okay." The dark haired charmer could feel the heat in the boy's face becoming more intense.

"We don't have to do anything that you don't want to do. Kissing included. I really mean that…"

Raising his head back up to meet his professor's gaze, the boy placed a chaste kiss against his lips.

"I'd actually really liked it if you kissed me there. That is, if you still want to."

A small smile appeared across the man's countenance. "I'd love to." Once more, Kurt tilted his head back, offering himself up to Blaine's talented lips. As he continued to work his magic, the boy's fingers somehow wound up in the tender curls at the nape of Mr. Anderson's neck. As they drove further into the dark abyss, the man moaned against him, gently nibbling at the patch of skin he had once been kissing.

Kurt could hardly stand it. He needed more than just Blaine's touch. He needed to feel him again. Giving the hair atop his head a light tug, the man looked up and young Hummel placed a finger underneath his chin and carefully lead him back to his lips.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, an eternity spent in each other's arms. Passionate and tender, yet delicious and wet: all of these were words of which could be used to describe their display of afternoon affections. As Kurt leaned back onto the couch hoping to pull Blaine down with him, his iPhone began to chime. Ever so content with the situation at hand, he chose to pay it no mind. However, once it chimed a second time, Blaine reluctantly pulled away.

"Maybe you should see who that is. Whoever's been texting seems to be persistent. You should answer it. It could be important."

"More important than kissing me?" inquired the young countertenor with a smirk.

Blaine chuckled softly. "While that's slowly becoming one of my favorite pastimes, I still think you should answer it."

Sighing dramatically before giving his handsome teacher a wink, he walked across the room to dig his iPhone out of his satchel. Suddenly his cheeks turned from a lovely shade of rose to a ghostly pale.

"Is everything alright?" asked Blaine, getting up from the couch to join Kurt by his side.

"Yeah, it's just my dad. He's wondering where I am. It just kind of scared me, given the situation and all," he uttered quietly.

"Do you need to go?"

Kurt gazed into the man's eyes. There was a kind of sadness in his voice. Just a few hours earlier, he had only been this man's protégé. Now, as they stood in the living room of his apartment, it was beyond crystal clear that they had turned into so much more.

"I can't say that I want to, but I probably should. I just sent him a message back letting him know that I had been at the Lima Bean and just tooled around for a bit by myself."

Blaine nodded. He wasn't thrilled with the idea of Kurt lying, but in some ways, they were both willing to subterfuge in order to keep each other and what they had a safe little secret.

"I wish you could stay for dinner," Blaine admitted.

The boy smiled as he picked up his satchel and threw it over his shoulder.

"So do I, more than you know." Opening his mouth to say something, he quickly decided against it and worried his lip instead.

The dark haired charmer cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

"What is it?"

The rosy tint returned to the boy's cheeks. "If the offer of dinner is still good for tomorrow, I'd like to take you up on it. And…although the thought of you in the kitchen whipping up something for us is adorable, I'd hate for you to cook after working all day."

"You'd really settle for take out and a movie?" asked the man, leaning in closer.

"In a heartbeat," replied the boy, lightly tapping him on the nose.

Taking a step closer, Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer, their bodies now flush against one another.

"I miss you already."

With his free hand, he reached into the front pocket of the satchel and pulled out Kurt's iPhone. After a few taps of the screen, he locked it and carefully slid the device back into its rightful place.

"What was that?" asked the boy.

"I was putting my number into your phone. Wishful thinking in hopes that you'll want to text me later."

"Once I get home, the moment I step foot in the door, I promise I will."

No sooner than the words had left Kurt's mouth, Blaine captured his lips in a passion filled kiss. Everything was so exciting and new that they just couldn't get enough of each other. Kurt wrapped his arms around older man's neck as the strong arms around his waist kept him from falling over.

After a few minutes, though neither of them wanted it to end, Mr. Anderson gently pulled away from Kurt's now plump lips.

"Does this…does this mean that you're my boyfriend now?" asked Kurt softly.

Mr. Anderson smiled. "If you want me to be, I know I certainly want to be."

Kurt sighed happily and kissed him once more, silently answering the question for both of them.

With one last peck, he pulled away and reached for the doorknob.

"I really do have to go, but I'll see you tomorrow?"

His professor blushed at the thought as a grin came over his face.

"First thing in the morning."

Stepping outside, the young countertenor reached for the key fob buried inside his pocket.

"Can't wait! See you in class tomorrow…Mr. Anderson"

With a slight twirl and a wink, Kurt Hummel left his teacher's apartment, knowing that with one little sentence, he had changed the meaning of his boyfriend's surname forever. While he knew that he wouldn't be paying much attention in class during the coming weeks, there was one thing in his mind that he was absolutely sure of: Blaine might not have been his teacher any longer, but he was certainly going to give Kurt an education.


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