A/N The response to the last chapter was amazing and we've reached over 100 reviews and that makes me happier than you can imagine :) So here's the next chapter for you beautiful people. However, you guys seem to be split into people wanting some smut as soon as possible (I don't blame you, these boys are sexy) and people who want Kurt to stand up for himself and be the responsible one. With this is mind, here's chapter 9. Please don't kill me.

Kurt climbed up the final steps to the third floor and checked the paper in his hand. When he got to the right door, he looked around checking for any witnesses and then knelt down to retrieve the key from under the mat.

Kurt let himself in and switched the light on, illuminating the apartment in front of him.

He looked around, the space was homey. Mr Anderson had multiple pictures on his walls, and shelves overflowing with possessions. He walked over to the nearest shelf and picked up one of the framed photographs.

It was of his teacher and another man, who looked similar to Mr Anderson, but also older. The two of them were smiling at the camera with their arms around each other's shoulders, they looked so happy.

He stepped to the side and picked another photo up. This time there were four people on it, the man from the previous photo and two others, who Kurt assumed to be his parents. Kurt looked at the faces of Mr Anderson's parents, they really were a good looking family, no wonder his teacher was so attractive.

His teacher.

Kurt turned away from the photos in panic and looked wildly around the room. What was he doing? He was alone in a teacher's apartment waiting for him to arrive so they could be alone?

Kurt walked over to the couch and sat down with his head in his hands.

Why must he be so attracted to Mr Anderson?

And why did Mr Anderson have to reciprocate this attraction?

Shouldn't he be the older, sensible one? The one that should never have kissed him in the first place, and certainly not made Kurt remember, and definitely not given him his home address so he could go home and wait for him.

The door rattled and Kurt looked up to see Mr Anderson walking through the door carrying his jacket in one hand and taking his satchel of with the other.

He dropped both items on a table near the door and walked over to Kurt. "What's wrong?"

Kurt stood up, "What's wrong? I'm waiting for you in your apartment, that's what's wrong!" Kurt was freaking out at this point and was flailing his arms wildly as he spoke.

"Kurt, I don't understand. Are you having second thoughts?" Blaine was frowning as he took Kurt's hands in his to stop them flying around. He stood in between Kurt and the coffee table as he tried to calm the boy down.

"Of course I am!" Kurt ripped his hand away from his teachers, "And you should be as well! You can't go around handing your address out to students!" Kurt was working himself up, the severity of the situation hitting him fully.

"Not students Kurt, just you. I only want you."

"You can't go around saying that." Kurt replied; though with a much softer voice that before.

"I know, I know this is wrong. But you're irresistible to me. I tried, and believe me it didn't go well, to forget about you, to pretend you were just some guy. But you're not. I feel so strongly towards you already. When you were dating Sterling, it made me so angry," Kurt flinched at the reminder of Jeff, "and when you told me he did something to you, I wanted to hurt him Kurt, I wanted to make sure he could never harm you again."

Blaine was looking pleadingly into Kurt's eyes, begging for something, anything, that would change Kurt's mind.

Kurt sighed, "Look, Mr Anderson..."

Blaine laughed, "I think you can call me Blaine at this point."

"Blaine, you seem to be making this a lot simpler that it really is-"

"Why does it have to be hard?" Blaine interrupted.

"Because you're my teacher, Blaine! And that isn't allowed! This," he gestured between the two of them, "cannot happen."

"But I want it to happen. Kurt, I don't want to rush my feelings, but..." Blaine seemed to be at a loss for words, "I..." he ran his hand through his hair and looked into Kurt's eyes.

"I know." And Kurt did know. There was no denying the rush of emotions he had felt when he kissed Blaine earlier. There were fireworks, and Kurt had never seen fireworks before.

"It feels like this is special," Blaine started again, appearing to have sorted his thoughts out, "and I don't want to waste something that is special."

Kurt could feel tears gathering in his eyes and reached a hand over to rest on Blaine's, "This is special, but you're my teacher, I'm your student. Not to mention the fact that I just broke up with my last boyfriend today because he tried to have drunken sex with me."

"WHAT?" Blaine had stood up at this statement, his hands clenching into fists.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's fists with his own hands and pulled him back down to sit on the coffee table, pleased at the calming effect his touch seemed to have on the older man. "It's fine, it's all sorted. We don't need to worry about that anymore. But the point remains, that's just another reason why we can't do this."

Blaine traced one of his hands that was still in Kurt's up his arm and rested it on the side of his neck. Blaine looked deeply into Kurt's eyes, ""You shouldn't have had to go through that with Jeff," Blaine told Kurt, "you don't deserve that. I want to make that memory go away."

Kurt made a noise similar to a squeak when he realised what Blaine meant by that, "What?" Kurt managed to get out, though the sound was higher than his usual voice.

"Not right this moment Kurt, though I wouldn't say no," Blaine added as an afterthought, "but I want to show you how good you can feel, make you forget all about Jeff."

Kurt was essentially speechless at this point. His gorgeous English teacher, no doubt very experienced English teacher, was telling Kurt he wanted him, and Kurt didn't quite know how to react to that admission. "Um..." Kurt trailed off, having nothing to reply with.

"Kurt I'm not going to rush you into anything, of course I'm not. I don't want you to feel pressured, we can take this slowly."

Kurt let out a breath he had been holding since Blaine mentioned making Kurt feel good. "When did we agree we were doing this?" Kurt asked shakily.

Blaine smiled at Kurt, "When you held my hand."

Kurt looked down and sure enough, he was still holding one of Blaine's hands, whilst Blaine's other still rested on his neck.

"Oh" Kurt breathed out, looking back up unto Blaine's sparkling eyes.

"I'm going to kiss you again." Blaine told Kurt bluntly, moving his hand to the back of Kurt's neck to pull him forward.

"Okay..." Kurt sighed, seemingly dazed by Blaine's proximity.

Blaine chuckled and then placed a soft kiss to Kurt's mouth. He sighed at the contact and tilted his head to get a better angle, sweeping his lips repeatedly over Kurt's.

Kurt moved both of his hands up to rest on Blaine's shoulder and pulled slightly, wanting Blaine to be closer to him.

Blaine stood from the coffee table and manoeuvred himself so he was sat next to Kurt, whilst never losing contact at the lips. Blaine placed one hand on Kurt's far thigh and leaned into him, pushing him further back so he was lying on the couch.

"Is this okay?" Blaine breathed, pulling back from Kurt's lips to gauge his reaction.

Kurt nodded soundlessly and pulled Blaine right back to him, not appreciating the loss of contact.

Blaine smiled again and dived back into kissing Kurt, pressing more heated kisses on Kurt's lips and awaiting permission to enter his mouth.

Kurt timidly opened his mouth to Blaine's and was met straight away with a gentle touch of Blaine's tongue. His entire body tingled at the touch and he lowered his hands down Blaine's back to keep him pressed close.

Blaine became acutely aware of just how much he was enjoying this kiss and adjusted his body so the prominent bulge in his pants wouldn't be pressed against Kurt. Much as he wanted to, he didn't think Kurt would be ready for that.

Blaine reluctantly pulled back from Kurt and rested his forehead on the younger boy's.

"I'm not happy about this" Kurt told Blaine, though the smile on his face countered his words.

"Yes you are" Blaine replied, nuzzling his face into Kurt's neck and peppering small kisses up and down his neck.

Kurt smiled and lifted his hand to the back of Blaine's head effectively keeping him where he was. "Okay maybe I am... that feels really nice"

Blaine chuckled and then lay still where he was, just breathing in Kurt and feeling his heartbeat against his chest. Blaine stroked his hand down the side of Kurt's body and let it rest at the bottom of his shirt; he lifted Kurt's school shirt up slightly and began tracing little patterns on Kurt's sensitive skin.

Kurt sighed at the touch and responded by threading his fingers through Blaine's hair. Or trying to.

"Why do you wear so much hair gel?" Kurt asked Blaine, trying to separate the fixed curls with his fingers.

"Because my hair is crazy" Blaine mumbled into Kurt's neck, not stopping his artistic fingers on Kurt's skin.

"It can't be that bad Blaine, and besides this much gel is not good for your hair."

"You don't know what you're saying Kurt, you haven't seen it."

The emotion in Blaine's voice made Kurt chuckle and he shook Blaine's body as he laughed.

The two lay there for several minutes in silence, content with just being close and feeling each other's presence.

Finally Kurt spoke up, "Blaine, I should really go, my Dad will be wondering where I am."

Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's body and pressed even closer to him. "No, I won't let you." Blaine's voice whined like a child being told he had to come in for dinner, but both knew that he was serious.

"Blaine, no one can find out about this, you should be more worried than I am! Your job is at risk here!"

Blaine closed his eyes and exhaled, "I know, but I don't want to let go of you."

Kurt looked down at Blaine who still had his face pressed against his neck and was gripping Kurt close to him tightly. "I guess I could stay..."

Blaine looked up at him and kissed him on the cheek, "Yay!" He exclaimed, before resuming his kisses on Kurt's neck.

Kurt pushed Blaine's head away laughing, "You are such a child! Stop it I need to call my Dad"

Blaine sat back on his knees and looked at Kurt through his eyelashes and Kurt reached up to jokingly push Blaine's face away whispering "Hey those puppy dog eyes won't work on me."

Kurt sat up when he heard his Dad pick up the phone and placed his finger on Blaine's lips to quieten him.

"Hey Dad! I'm at a friend's house so I probably won't be back for a while."

As Kurt started speaking to Burt, Blaine took hold of the finger that was on his lips and kissed it lightly.

Kurt smiled at the action and continued speaking to Burt. "No I don't want dinner thanks"

Blaine was now kissing down Kurt's wrist, rolling his shirt sleeve up as he did so, when he got to the elbow, he once again situated his head in the crook of Kurt's neck.

Kurt was becoming a little restless and tried to wrap the conversation with Burt up as quickly as possible. "Yeah, bye Dad!" he said quickly before hanging up and throwing his phone onto the table.

"You are unbelievable!" he said with mock anger, moving towards Blaine who was backing himself up to the other side of the sofa.

Kurt reached his hands up to either side of Blaine's face and held it where it was, just looking at the man in front of him.

Blaine rested his hands on Kurt's and then pulled Kurt down so he was lying on top of him, Kurt's head resting on his chest.

"You know, that will probably be the first of many lies," Blaine said to Kurt with a frown on his face.

"Yeah I know, but you're worth it." Kurt replied, settling himself on top of Blaine and bringing up their interlocked hands to place a kiss on Blaine's palm.

A/N Operation Smut is go for next chapter. It will probably be out fairly quickly because writing it is so much fun.

Btw, now is about the time when if you have any teachery smutty goings on you want to happen, you should let me know and I'll see if I can fit them in. I aim to please :D