A/N: Oh gosh guise, please let me know if I did ok in this chapter. I will most definitely throw you virtual muffins! Review! Favorite! Follow! It gives me happiness to know you guise still read! Thank you Jackie, my beta. :) Warnings: SMUT AND MORE SMUT.

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Chapter 11

In class, feverishly texting on their phones, Blaine and Kurt teased each other with their nights planned events.

Ma maison. 7 heures. Soyez-y sexy. -Blaine

(My house. 7 pm. Be there, sexy.) Blaine typed furiously on his phone, sending Kurt the text.

Kurt's phone buzzed and he smirked while reading it and he sent a quick reply.

Et si je ne sais pas? -Kurt

(And what if I don't?) Kurt responded.

Blaine shivered at the teasing from the text.

Oh, croyez-moi. Vous serez la. Je vais te baiser si fort, Kurt. –Blaine

(Oh, trust me. You WILL be there. I'm going to fuck you so hard, Kurt.)

Now it was Kurt's turn to shiver. Kurt had an idea. He purposely dropped his pencil on the floor and spoke teasingly, "Oh, Mr. Anderson? I dropped my pencil...May I get it?" Kurt smiled playfully at the sexy teacher.

"Oui, oui, Kurt." Mr. Anderson didn't look up from grading his papers carefully, waving off the question.

Kurt cleared his throat to get the teachers' attention, then bent down to pick up his pencil, his round, perky ass in Blaine's full view. Blaine slowly looked up, and saw Kurt's beautiful ass in those SKIN TIGHT PANTS and he licked his lips, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

Merde. Blaine thought lustfully. Tu es beau, Kurt. (You're so beautiful, Kurt.)

Kurt smiled with his cheeks slightly turned pink, and he returned to his seat gracefully.

TEASE. -Blaine

You love it, Mr. Anderson...:D - Kurt

You are MINE tonight, Kurt Hummel. I'm gonna make you scream my name while fucking you non-stop. -Blaine

Can't wait! ;) -Kurt

Blaine moaned and the bell rang, class finally over. Kurt gathered his books, winking at the curly haired teacher, before leaving the class with the other students. Kurt teasingly swayed his hips as he walked out, knowing his teacher was watching.

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Kurt stood outside Mr. Anderson's house holding a bouquet of daisies, nervous as hell. Tonight he chose to wear his black and white striped tight leggings with a Gucci white button-up collared shirt. As usual, his hair was perfectly coiffed. He took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell at 7:02 pm.

Blaine answered the door, smiling coyly. His eyes lustfully raked up and down Kurt's delectable slender figure before he finally he spoke, "You're late, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes. I said 7 o'clock." Blaine answered and folded his arms across his chest, a dark glint noticeable in his eyes.

"Oh, gosh, wow. A whole damn two minutes..." Kurt mumbled sarcastically, and he winked at Blaine.

Blaine was silent. Damn he sounds fucking sexy as hell swearing like that..."Those for me, Kurt?" The hot teacher asked gesturing to the flowers in the younger boys' hand.

"Maybe? Can I come in or are you going to keep me out here all night?" Kurt answered smugly.

Blaine looked around then said softly, "Come in, Kurt."

Kurt smiled and entered inside. He found a vase immediately and set the flowers in it.

"Kurt." Blaine spoke suddenly.

Kurt looked up at Blaine and grinned. "Yeees, Mr. Anderson?"

"You teased me today. That wasn't very nice..." Blaine smirked and circled him.

"Oh...I'm sorry..." Kurt answered, clearly not sorry one damn bit.

"I should do the same to you mmm, Kurt?" He said, as he walked closer to the teen, grabbing him around the waist and rutting against Kurts' obvious erection. He brought a finger to Kurts' cheek, trailing it along his face tantalizingly slow.

"D-Do the s-same?" Kurt stuttered nervously.

Blaine whispered in his ear, "Yeah. I was thinking I could fuck myself with a dildo, make you watch, and you can't touch yourself...would you like that Kurt?" Blaine licked the shell of Kurt's' ear and palmed his erection through his tight stripped pants.

"Merde, non, s'il vous plait, NON, Mr. Anderson..." (Shit, no, please, NO, Mr. Anderson...)

"Non? Pourquoi, Kurt?" (No? Why, Kurt?)

"Baise..." Kurt cursed, and nuzzled into Blaines' sweaty neck. Kurt licked from his neck all the way down to his ear. "Mmmmm, you taste delicious..."

And Blaine did. The mixture of his sweat and his hot skin was fantastic. It was salty with an aroma of his cologne.

"Kurt..." Blaine groaned in a low voice, running his hands along Kurts' back, and eventually grabbing the teens' ass.

"Mmmmm, yes, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt breathed in the teachers' ear, and he licked and sucked on his earlobe.

"Ma chambre. Maintenant." (My room. Now.) Blaine growled kneading Kurts' ass, earning a mewl from Kurt.

Kurt backed up slowly, a dark lustful gaze present in his cyan eyes. "Show me the way...UNFG!" Kurt spoke teasingly and pressed him against the wall crashing his lips desperately to Kurts'. Kurt moaned and tugged the teachers' dark, unruly curls furiously. They used mostly teeth and tongue, and definitely were NOT able to keep their hands still, they just frantically kept caressing, and touching, well...everywhere. They made it into Blaine's room (Lips never leaving each others') and Blaine slammed his door breathing heavily, and his chest panting.

Kurt bit his bottom lip and came closer to Blaine. "Emmene-moi. Je suis a toi..." (Take me. I am yours.)

Mr. Anderson grabbed the sexy student, and threw him on the bed, to straddle him. "Merde, Kurt, porter des vetements pour vous devrait etre illegal..." Blaine growled, taking off Kurt's Gucci shirt, buttons popping off in the process. (Shit, Kurt, wearing clothes for you should be illegal.)

"Blaine! That was my favorite Gucci shirt-mmmmm!" Kurt started to say, but cut himself off with a high pitched moan when the sexy teacher grinded against Kurt.

"Ne m'inquiete pas vraiment, Kurt..." (Don't really care, Kurt...) Blaine whispered, his hot breath blowing in Kurt's ear.

"Blaine..." Kurt stuttered and arched his back, his eyes closed and lips parted in pure wanton.

"Je t'ai Kurt. Detendre." (I got you, Kurt. Relax.) Blaine soothed and moved lower to take off the teens' pants. Kurt was coming undone already beneath Blaine. The teacher discarded the skin-tight jeans and stopped to admire and take in Kurt's long, and beautiful legs. He trailed his hands up and down the smooth porcelain thighs and paused to gaze at the nerds' obvious bulge.

"Merde, Kurt, mettons-nous ces du allons-nous?" (Let's get these off, shall we?) Blaine spoke while licking his lips and his eyes never leaving Kurt's dark blue boxer-briefs.

"Oui, s'il vous plait, Mr. Anderson..." Kurt whispered and gazed into the hazel eyes before him. Blaine took the underwear off, and groaned at Kurt's long, pink cock already dripping with pre-come. Blaine took his clothes off and straddled Kurt again. The sexy student gaped at Blaine's muscular body, noticing the nice defined abs, built biceps and pectorals, all the way down to his legs. Kurt then studied the teachers' thick, and also pink cock, obviously ready for Kurt.

"Kurt...let's keep the glasses on, mmm?" Blaine murmured in a sexy voice.

"Why? You, y-you like them, Mr. Anderson?..." Kurt teased and bit his bottom lip playfully.

"I like this..." Blaine answered, grabbing Kurt's cock, "...and this..." Blaine then grabbed the angels' ass squeezing gently, earning a moan you would only hear in a porno.

"...And, finally...these..." Blaine whispered gesturing to Kurt's (Apparently sexy!) glasses frames. "Are you my peu vilain garcon?" (Naughty little boy?) Blaine breathed lowly in Kurt's ear, then entered two lubed fingers into Kurt's tight hole.

"Ooooooh, shiiiit...B-Blaine..." Kurt panted, grabbing perfect and unruly curls towards him for a desperate, heated kiss complete with tongue. Blaine continued to slowly stretch the student open, every now and then scissoring his fingers, and Kurt mewled with pleasure at the slight burn. Then, Blaine crooked his fingers and, obviously he found Kurt's prostate because, suddenly, 'ohfuckohgawdyesTHEREMrAnderson! slipped from his sweet lips. Blaine added another finger and kissed Kurt passionately on the mouth, their lips sliding together perfectly.

"Blaine! Maintenant!" (Blaine! Now!) Kurt breathed sweetly after they parted for air. Blaine knew what he meant.

Blaine cooed gently, "Ok. I'll take it slow, ok, Kurt? Let me know if it's too much..." Blaine rambled while lubing up his cock.

"Oh my GAWD, Blaine, just put your big cock in my tight ass and FUCK ME into the mattress like you said you would!" Kurt said displeasingly and he rolled his eyes.

"Patience is a virtue, young one..." Blaine said while he caressed Kurt's cheek gently.

"Not right now it isn't! Emmenez-moi, (Take me!) Mr. Anderson!" Kurt sputtered, and arched his back while stroking himself.

Blaine laughed and obliged slowly entering Kurt so as not to hurt him. "Merde, Kurt! Si serre pour moi!" (Shit, Kurt! So tight for me!) Blaine panted, head thrown back and still entering his sexy nerd.

He could feel Kurt tensing as he paused, asking breathlessly, "T-Too much, ma magnifique garcon?" (My gorgeous boy?)

"Non, Blaine! Vous vous sentez bien. Plus s'il vous plait!" (No, Blaine! You feel good! Please more!)

Blaine picked up a steady rhythm and Kurt moaned desperately.

"S-Shit, Blaine! Harder!" Kurt grunted, closing his eyes in pure ecstasy.

"You like my huge cock fucking you, don't you, Kurt? Shit...with your sexy glasses...my beautiful student!" Blaine spoke lovingly, thrusting harder.

"Professeur sexy de la MINE!" (Sexy teacher of mine) Kurt's breathing hitched when Mr. Anderson grabbed his hips, and wrapped the poreclain boys' legs around him. Blaine grabbed Kurt's cock, stroking fast, and Kurt's body shivered from the intense sensation of pleasure. "Oooooh! Fuck me, Mr. Anderson!"

"Volontiers, bebe!" (Gladly, baby!) Blaine spoke huskily, leaning in for a heated kiss. He sped up, his hand still on Kurt's cock, and matched it with the rhythm of his thrusts. "C-Close, Kurt! You're so tight baby…. I-I'm so c-close!" Blaine moaned.

"M-Me too, Blaine...oh!" Kurt spoke, but was cut off with the teachers' swollen pink lips pressing firmly to Kurt's.

"Venez-pour moi mon et diant sexy..."(Come for me now sexy…) Blaine moaned into Kurt's mouth, thrusting a final time and filling him up with his white liquid.

Kurt's body shuddered as his orgasm hit hard, his come spilling between their stomachs. "Blaine...Blaine...Blaine..." Kurt mewled, and threw his head back on the pillow, both of them sweating and clearly debauched. Kurt was dazed, a beautiful smile on his face. Blaine kissed his student with so much passion before they proceeded to clean up, and took a shower together.

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Kurt had retrieved all of his clothes, with a fresh limp in his step. T=This night being Kurt's first time, he kind of felt like this was all fast and maybe it didn't mean to Mr. Anderson what it meant to him.

Kurt turned to the teacher, and Blaine saw the worry in the boys eyes. He gently kissed his lips before saying what he knew might reassure him.

"Il ya tellement de choses que je veux vous montrer. Ne vous inquietez pas. Il ya le temps, Kurt." (There are so many things I want to show you. Do not worry. There is time, Kurt.) Blaine cupped Kurt's face sweetly, and Kurt blushed a deep red.

Kurt left that night with a smile on his face and his heart racing, wondering what's to come next for them both.

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A/n: Please let me know what you think! I'm hoping this super long chapter makes up for the wait! But, vacation is long over! I'm back! Please review!