Since I know nobody reads the AN at the end of a story, I'm going put my thanks here. Thank you for everyone who has reviewed or favorited this story and for those who followed it until the end. A very special thanks also to Nightingale63 for helping me with some of the details.

As far as I'm concerned, this story is finished, but others might follow that take place in this universe. So stay tuned if you liked Blaine as a professor and Kurt and Sam as DEA agents ;-)

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Enjoy!

Epilogue

"I hope this new guy is somewhat decent," a girl with blue streaks in her hair said to her friend, who was sitting next to her in the large class room. She looked around. Sienna hadn't seen this many students attend a lecture since the first day of the academic year. Which didn't really surprise her after what had happened the week before.

Despite the unusual amount of students that had showed up for class, it was relatively quiet and everyone was fairly subdued. Again, no surprise there. In spite of the rather boring course he taught, Mr Anderson had always been generally well-liked among the students. Therefore, the news of his death had come as a shock to all of them.

"I know," Milly replied. "That substitute from last week was completely incompetent."

"Well, to be fair," Greg piped up to her right, "Everyone pales in comparison with Mr A. Whoever ends up replacing him permanently has some pretty big shoes to fill."

"I wish he'd come back," Sienna sighed. "You know, I still can't believe what happened. I mean, why would anyone want to kill Mr Anderson? He was, like, the nicest guy on earth. Remember when he got engaged?"

"Yeah," Milly said with a dreamy smile. "That was adorable. He couldn't stop grinning all day. He looked like he was high."

"Can you imagine how his fiancé must be feeling?" Sienna said, frowning.

"I know. I've been thinking the same thing."

They fell silent again.

"The new guy's late," Greg tried to break through their gloomy thoughts.

"Yeah."

It didn't work.

Another five minutes later – altogether ten minutes after class was supposed to start –, the door finally opened and, at once, a collective shocked gasp could be heard throughout the class room.

"Good morning, guys," Mr Anderson said cheerfully. "Sorry I'm late; I got held up in the hallway."

It was deadly silent. No one seemed to dare speak.

"Impossible," Sienna breathed.

All of a sudden, a loud clap was heard, followed by another. A different set of hands then joined the first and, soon, everyone in the room was on their feet, clapping and cheering joyfully. Mr Anderson blinked in surprise and from her spot in the third row, Sienna could see him blushing. After a few minutes, their beloved teacher finally got a grip on himself and gestured for them to sit down again.

"Thank you, guys," he said, the emotion clearly noticeable in his voice. "I appreciate that. It's nice to know you'll be missed. Though I'll admit I didn't see that coming."

They all laughed.

"I know you are all burning with curiosity, so here's what I can tell you: for my own safety and for reasons I am not at liberty to discuss with you, I had to disappear for a while. I'm sure your overactive imaginations can come up with a much better and probably much more exciting story than the true one is."

The students groaned in disappointment and started talking among each other, already speculating.

"I know, I know." Mr Anderson had to shout to be heard above the noise. "Most importantly, I'm back now and here to stay. And I have more good news. Since there's no rest for the wicked – not even for the supposedly dead – I haven't been twiddling my thumbs all week."

He took a large folder from his bag.

"In fact, I had plenty of time to read and correct your papers very thoroughly. You can come pick them up at the end of class. If anyone has any questions, come see me in my office. I'm sure you all still remember my office hours; they haven't changed. Now, as for today, we'll just go over what you've seen the past week with the substitute. So, can anyone tell me what you covered last week during my absence?"

Sienna eagerly put up her hand, grinning widely. The rest of the two-hour class went by in a relaxed mood. Everyone was so happy to see their teacher again that not even Mr Anderson seemed to mind that they didn't actually do much that day.

When she went to retrieve her paper – with which she had excelled herself, she noted happily – at the end of class, Sienna stopped briefly in front of her favourite teacher.

"It's good to have you back, Mr Anderson."

"Thank you, Sienna." He sent her a bright smile. "It's good to be back."

The end