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The next day Kurt wore a lot of layers. And that night he'd spent over an hour in the shower seeing as he felt disgusting ever since that Hobbit laid his hands on him, which he had absolutely no rights to do.

As Kurt walked up towards Sergeant Philips he waved at him and ran up the steps quickly to avoid the slowly dropping rain. He pulled out the portfolio from his shoulder bag and quickly flipped through the time-table.

3:30pm - Senior commons with students

Kurt sighed. He had to go meet his 'students' for this stupid study group thing. He pulled out his map next as he stood at the door. The map told him to go up the large spiral staircase, down the left and into the large common room. Again, he sighed as he memorized the path and marched up the stairs, his head held high.

Once he entered the common room it was quite... odd. It was different shades of reds, cremes, and whites. Relaxing colors, sort of, Kurt thought. It was a large room with desks and tables every where and book cases that looked untouched. Of course, who in a reform school would study?

As Kurt walked further in a middle-aged man greeted him.

'Kurt Hummel?' He asked. Kurt nodded. 'I'm Mr Murphy. I'll introduce you to the group you will be tutoring, are you ready?' he asked again. Kurt heaved a sigh and nodded as the man walked to the far end of the common room.

At one of the tables five boys sat. One, was a dark African American male wearing a loose pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt who was having a slapping-match with another male, an Asian guy who was wearing the same attire, except a white tee. Across from them sat two boys very close within personal space. One was blond whose bangs kept falling in his face, he was wearing a white tee, black jeans and a brown leather jacket. Beside him sat another boy who was shorter than the blond, with black hair in a black shirt and sweatpants.

Then Kurt froze in place. At the head of the table sat the hobbit he'd encountered yesterday who was basically wearing the same outfit as the others. Kurt wondered why they weren't in uniform but didn't question it as he made his way tot he table with Mr Murphy.

'Boys.' The man said coldly. 'This is Kurt, and he will be your tutor. I expect you to treat him with respect and listen to everything he says. If you do not then I'll report you to the Dean with no second thoughts. Got it?' he asked. The five boys rolled their eyes in agreement.

'Okay, Kurt. This is David.' He said pointing to the dark skinned male. 'Thats Wes.' he pointed to the Asian male beside David. 'Across from them is Jeff and Nick.' Kurt figured out that Jeff was the blond and Nick was the black haired male. 'And lastly, thats Blaine.' Kurt swallowed thickly, knowing thats the one name that was going to cause him problems. 'I will be back at five, don't you dare leave.' he warned. The teacher walked away, leaving Kurt to sit down awkwardly at the table. However, he held his ground and refused to look the hobbit in the eyes.

'Alright.. so what do you guys exactly need help with?' he asked.

'I could think of a few things..' Blaine said firstly. The boys snickered but Kurt ignored it as he pulled out the few sheets of information on the students he had.

'I see you all suck at French.' He put bluntly.

'I know what you could suck.' Blaine retorted. Kurt ground his teeth.

'Have you all got your notebooks with you? Ms Knight said she'd given you guys work that we could work on..' Kurt said as he dug through his bag again as did the other four boys. Once Kurt and the four others were sorted he pointedly glared at Blaine.

'Take a picture, It'll last longer babe.' He said.

Kurt rolled his eyes. 'Either you take out the worksheets you were given or get the hell out of here because honestly, I haven't got time for your childishness.' He snapped.

'Venez dans ma chambre, après cela pour un bon moment, bébé?' Blaine asked in French, very badly if Kurt might add. He snorted. It actually meant, 'Come to my room after this for a little while, babe?'

'Cela doit être la pire tentative de parler français que j'ai jamais entendu.' Kurt retorted, word perfect. The other boys looked at him with wide eyes. He sighed. 'It means thats the worst attempt at speaking French I've ever heard.'

The boys sighed in defeat as they started working with Kurt. Many of them actually found him helpful. Blaine however just watched how Kurt's body moved and how his tone of voice changed with every word from when he was explaining something, or when he was giving praise to one of them.

'How do you say 'I love you' in French?' Jeff asked. Kurt bit his lip for a second then replied.

'Je t'aime.' He said perfectly. Jeff nodded and turned to the dark haired boy beside him.

'Je t'aime, Nick.' The blond smiled and leaned down to press his lips to Nick's, taking Kurt by surprise. He smiled nonetheless. That was cute as hell.

'You guys date?' Kurt asked as he handed David a dictionary.

'Mmhmm.' Nick answered.

'You guys don't get bullied here for being gay?' he asked. Blaine snorted, rather loudly.

'Please. If those guys tried to touch my friends I'd have them in hospital.' He paused. 'Besides, its just ignorance.' Kurt titled his head to the side. Blaine's tone went from cocky to sincere within seconds.

'Well.. thats interesting.' Kurt said.

'You're gay, aren't you?' Wes asked. Kurt hesitated for a second.

'Do you even have to ask?' Blaine piped in. 'No straight guy wears jeans that tight or that much hair spray.' He narrowed his eyes at Kurt and licked his lips.

'Arrogant prick.' Kurt said under his breath.

'Oh, baby has a colorful vocabulary.' Blaine remarked. Kurt slammed his pen down and stood up.

'Come here.' Kurt said to Blaine as he walked away. The boys wolf whistled but Blaine quickly stood up and made his way over to the other side of the common room, out of sight of the others.

'If you wanted to get me alone babe, all you had to do was ask.' Blaine said as he walked right up in front of Kurt and leaned against the wall.

'Whats your problem?' Kurt snapped. 'You've been on my case since yesterday, you were flirting with me, then threatening me, and now you're being disgusting again. I don't get it.' Kurt's heart rate increased rapidly as Blaine backed him into a corner and leaned in, simply breathing on him. Kurt's breath hitched as Blaine made it to his ear. Blaine chuckled darkly when Kurt's breathing stuttered. He pulled away and looked into Kurt's eyes.

'I think you know what my problem is.' he answered smugly. 'And I think I know what yours is too.' Kurt narrowed his eyes and pushed Blaine away from him.

'Whats my problem then? Enlighten me.' Kurt said sarcastically. Blaine's eyes glistened.

'For one, you're pretending to hate me.' Kurt scoffed but Blaine continued. 'For two, you love the attention I'm giving you, people like you crave it.' he paused. 'And for three.. you want me as much as I want you, and that scares you.'

Kurt cocked his head to the side. 'You're wrong.' He stated. 'I do hate you, because you won't let me just do my job. I don't like this attention, where you're treating me like I'm some sort of property, and thirdly, I don't want some delinquent that gets thrown in a reform school. I have standards, and you do not meet them.' Kurt said coldly as he walked around Blaine.

'Deny it all you want babe. I know your type.' He remarked.

'You and I know each other two days, and so far they've been the worst two days of my life. Do me a favor and keep quiet during the study group and before you know it we can go back to our lives. Mine with my family and respectable friends, and yours with your ratty clothes, badly done hair and that cliche bad boy attitude.' Kurt walked back towards the table. Blaine stood there with his teeth ground together. Kurt on the other hand was sitting at the table, trying to act as nonchalant as possible although his heart was rattling loudly in his rib cage, yet he had no idea why.

'Poor pixie..' Blaine mumbled from where he was still standing. I'll have him like putty in my hands in a few days. He smirked at his own thoughts. He can't resist me for that long.

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