So the lovely mrsmuppet sent me a few prompts, including teacher!Blaine, which is in today's drabble :D
I'm sorry I didn't upload it yesterday, I just felt like it still needed work because it was really patchy and I didn't like it at all.
(I meant to make it a Pretty Little Liars AU, you know, with Aria and Ezra? But it didn't come out very similar to that plotline.)
Last Night
Kurt was still blushing when he walked into class, having just left Rachel who asked over and over again how last night went.
He remembered every detail of it.
He wasn't too drunk when he got on the dance floor, just one martini in his system, but the lights were dimmed and the music was loud and he danced freely.
He didn't notice the man watching him at first. He was neither the first nor the last to do so- why should he notice? But then he came closer and closer, until they were face to face, dancing and moving against each other.
He was shorter than Kurt.
That meant Kurt had to bend down a little to kiss him, half an hour later when they were making out in the club's locked restroom.
They kissed until they couldn't breathe, gripping and groping and grinding.
Kurt wasn't stupid, though. He didn't go home with the man (his name is Blaine, he reminded himself), just swapped numbers and a few more kisses before leaving. In the morning when he woke up, he sent Blaine a text, asking if he wanted to go on a date that night.
His red face finally cooled down a little, and he took his seat, right in the middle of the third row. Then he pulled out a notebook and a pen, and started doodling outfit ideas in it, waiting for the class to begin, smiling to himself.
Slowly, everyone around him was sitting in their place, chattering with each other until the door slammed shut.
"Alright, class!"
He lifted his head- and a soft whimper escaped his wide-open mouth.
"Welcome to History of Theatre. My name is Blaine Anderson, and I'm you're teacher for the next semester-"
And then his eyes found Kurt, staring back at him, frightened.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath.
This was going to be one hell of a semester.