Ever since the first day of class, Blaine hadn’t been able to get Kurt out of his head. His angelic face, his alabaster skin. The way his hair practically floated above his head. Blaine had never been attracted to someone who was over 10 years his junior before, and to be completely honest it frightened him a tiny bit. He couldn’t do anything about it, he knew that. Not even counting the fact that he knew from firsthand experience that relationships between teachers and students were never a good thing for the couple involved, they were definitely illegal.

It was a week later, and Blaine was still walking by the dumpsters every morning on his way from his car, to make sure that no students were being tossed in. He even made rounds outside before class, to make sure because he knew what it was like to be bullied for reasons you cannot control, he didn’t want it to happen to anyone else. Which is why when he saw Kurt standing with the same five guys from the first day of school, he knew something bad was going to happen.

“Hey Kurt,” He said walking up to the six boys. “are you busy?” Kurt widened his eyes and shook his head.

“No, not busy at all, Mr. Anderson.”

“Good.� Then would you mind coming with me for a few minutes?� I need to discuss your assignment from yesterday with you.” Kurt nodded and quickly followed his teacher. Kurt looked back at the jocks and smirked. It probably wasn’t a bright idea, but he finally got away from the bullies for once and he needed to savor it.

“Mr. Anderson, could you stay after for a few minutes?” Mr. Walton asked about a week into school. Blaine looked up nervously, but nodded his head and told his friends to go on, he’d meet them at Warblers practice soon.

Ever since that first day of class, Blaine had been staring moony eyed at his teacher every day, and even though he tried to stop, he couldn’t help it. He fell fast, and hard.� After everyone left the room, he walked up to his teacher, who walked around and leaned up against the edge of his desk. “So Blaine…”

“Yes Mr. Walton?” Blaine asked, trying to hide his combined nervousness and attraction.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been staring off into space for the past few days during class. Any particular reason?” Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, because that was the farthest thing from truth. He hung onto his every word.

“I’ve been paying attention; I know what we’re going over.” Blaine insisted and his teacher just laughed. “Oh of that I have no doubt, Blaine.” He tells him, walking closer to the teen. “But you seem to not pay as close attention as someone who is so interested in psychology would.” On the first day of class, they had done an introduce yourself game to the class (really it was just for Jeremiah’s benefit, because all the students already knew each other) and Blaine had said that he was looking forward to this class since he first came to Dalton. “Are you bored with the class? Is it not what you expected?” Blaine immediately shook his head.

“Absolutely not. I love the class. I’ve just… learned all of this stuff.” Blaine admitted. “I did a lot of research over the years.” He told him.

“So it is boring to you?” Blaine shrugs.

“A little, but that’s what happens when you learn this stuff ahead of time.”

“So what do you think about when you stare off into space. Don’t lie to me,” He warns Blaine off as he was about to protest. “Today you stared at the bored for 5 minutes without blinking.” He smirked, which meant he wasn’t angry, just curious. Blaine blushed however.

“Nothing special.” Blaine muttered. Jeremiah isn’t deterred.

“You know you’re really beautiful, you know that?” He brings his hand up and runs it down the side of Blaine’s face. Blaine leans into the touch, not realizing how much he craved it. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He tells Blaine before cupping Blaine’s face and lifting it, so he could look straight into Blaine’s eyes. After a few moments he slowly leans down and places his lips upon Blaine’s. It’s chaste, but incredible. Blaine couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss. After a second Blaine began to kiss him back, but Jeremiah wouldn’t let him and pulled back just a few inches.

“Why?” Blaine asked, and Jeremiah smiled.

“You’re amazing Blaine. Anyone would be a fool not to want you.”

When they got to the classroom, Blaine put his stuff on his desk, and Kurt stood around nervous. “Did you actually have to talk to me about something or?” He asked after a couple of minutes where Blaine said nothing.

“No, I just figured you might have wanted to get as far away from that dumpster as humanely possible.” Blaine quipped and Kurt had to reluctantly agree that yes, he did.

“Thanks for getting me out of there.” He said, turning around to leave the room.

“Does that happen often?” Blaine asked, looking down at some of the papers on his desk. Kurt quickly turned around to look at his teacher.

“Hmm?”

“Dumpster tosses, does it happen a lot?� I know it happened once this semester, but I was wondering how often it happened.”

Kurt shrugged. "Last year it was almost an everyday occurrence.� Those of us at the so-called bottom of the food chain, are stuck dumpster diving, and the ones at the top either do the tossing, or don’t get tossed.� It’s as simple as that.”

“Why do you consider yourself to be at the bottom of the food chain?”

Kurt quirked his eyebrow. “Umm, because I’m in Glee Club?” He said as if it was the clearest thing in the world.

“Not all Glee Clubs are at the bottom of the social ladder.”

“True, but most are, and at McKinley, if you’re a part of Glee club, you’re at the bottom.� You can partially redeem yourself if you are a member of the football team or the Cheerios, but even then you’re still lower than low.”

“And I’m assuming you’re not a member of either?” He raised his eyebrows.

Kurt snorted. “I was a member of both during my sophomore year…. Unfortunately neither really suited my tastes.” Blaine was genuinely shocked. He would never have pegged Kurt for a jock or a cheerleader, especially not in the same year. He suddenly had to bite back a chuckle. “What?”

“Sorry, I just got this mental image of you playing the game, and then rushing off to the locker rooms during half time to change so you could be part of the Cheerio’s routine.” Kurt couldn’t help but giggle at the thought.

“No, football was during the fall… cheerleading for me was the spring.” There was a silence, neither knowing what to say. Neither had to say anything, for a couple seconds later, the first bell that signaled everyone should start getting to homeroom sounded. “I should go…” Blaine nodded, sitting down in his seat to go over a few papers he had on his desk. “But thanks again for getting me away from the dumpster. Now if only I could find a way to get away from it this afternoon.”

“What do you mean?”

Kurt sighed. "Every day after school, those same five jocks try to herd us ‘losers’,” Kurt air quoted around the insulting word, “into a circle and throw us all into the dumpster at once. Usually they get about 4 or 5 of us. Sometimes I can make it to my car without getting grabbed, but other days, I’m not so lucky.”

Blaine was getting angry at those boys. What did he have to do to teach them that bullying wasn’t something he was going to tolerate? “And the other teachers here, they don’t do a thing about it.

Kurt shrugged.“To be honest, not many of them know about it, and if they do they don’t care.” Blaine couldn’t believe that none of the staff cared about their students being hurt in this way.

“That’s horrible.” Kurt nodded. “But what if there was a way, that you could avoid the jocks every afternoon?” Blaine asked Kurt, who looked incredibly interested.

“I’m listening.”

“As you know, I give pop quizzes on the reading assignments that I assign the night before, every day.” Kurt nodded, being one of the few students he’s ever taught that has aced every pop quiz so far. “I could use some help grading them after school. You could come and spend some time here after school, and wait them out.”

“You want me to hide from them?”

Blaine shrugged.“It’s your choice, but I could really use some help with those quizzes, and are you really someone who would turn down freely offered extra credit?” Kurt shook his head vehemently.

“No way. I’ll do it, except some days I’ve got Glee Club after school.” Blaine nodded.�

“That’s fine.”

By the time they finished their conversation, quite a few of Blaine’s homeroom students had started to fill the seats and he realized Kurt only had a couple of minutes to get to his own homeroom. Blaine went to write him a pass, but Kurt waved it off.

“My homeroom is just across the hall. I’ll see you later, Mr. Anderson.” Kurt nodded this thanks to his teacher once again and walked out of the room. Blaine smiled, thankful that he’s able to help at least one of his students, even if it’s the one student that has been infiltrating his thoughts for the past week.

Lips are pressed against lips. A tall body is pressing a slightly smaller body into a sofa cushion and both bodies were enjoying it very much. Blaine broke his lips away from Jeremiah’s after a few moments and leaned his head on the arm, catching his breath as Jeremiah moves his lips down his face and neck, settling on his collarbone. Blaine was in pure bliss right now. He was in the middle of his first relationship, even though it was with his teacher and he couldn’t be happier.

The day they first kissed, Blaine went home and his parents thought he was on drugs he was smiling so much. Luckily they accepted his answer of “I got a solo at Warblers today.” Which wasn’t a lie, really. He did, but he got more solos than anyone else in the club, so it didn’t affect him as much as it would anyone else. But kissing his teacher? The same teacher he had a giant crush on? It made him ecstatic. They couldn’t get enough of each other. While Blaine was a little apprehensive about how far they were going, Jeremiah had agreed to take it slow. They hadn’t gone any farther than making out on Jeremiah’s couch, (aside from the one day where Blaine started grinding down upon Jeremiah and came embarrassingly quick. Jeremiah comforted him, but it still made Blaine nervous that it would happen all the time).

The first time Blaine was ever invited to Jeremiah’s apartment, was the night that they had their first date. Jeremiah was adamant that no one could know about them, so they had to go 30 miles away from Westerville in order to have their date, but they did. It was a clich�, dinner and a movie, but Blaine was so excited about actually having someone to go on a date with, that he didn’t care about the commonness of it all.� They had seen Titanic just a few weeks after it came out. It was a Saturday and they spent the entire day at the movie theater, followed by a romantic dinner at a restaurant that Jeremiah chose specifically for their date. But when they finished eating, there was still a few hours left and Jeremiah invited him over to his apartment. Not being one to pass up a good thing, he readily agreed.

They’d done many things since that night. Most nights they just spent around Jeremiah’s apartment, since it was the safest option, but on nights when they were feeling adventurous they would go out. They’d act like a real couple. As Blaine was always more mature than boys his age, them being in public was never a huge deal. As long as they didn’t run into anyone they knew, no one thought any wiser about the two of them together, since Blaine didn’t seem like the normal 17 year old.

But it’s no good to dwell on the past, even as great a past as they shared, when there was kissing to be done. Jeremiah had been spending quite a bit of time on Blaine’s collarbone, right where his neck meets his shoulder and Blaine was pretty sure that there would be a mark there later. But he didn’t even care. He brought his hands up to Jeremiah’s neck and pulled his head back up to his mouth, where it once again went about sending shocks of pleasure to every point in Blaine’s body.

It’s been a few days since Blaine offered safety to Kurt, and he had definitely been taking Blaine up on the offer. It was currently Tuesday, and every day since last Thursday, Kurt had been in Blaine’s classroom 3 minutes after the final bell avoiding the jocks who Blaine tried to catch in the act. It didn’t always work. Apparently they had learned to keep a lookout for the only teacher who gave a rat’s ass about them throwing students into the dumpsters and kept as far away from him as humanely possible.� Blaine turned around to pick up a piece of paper off his desk that had a quote he wanted to write on the board for his first class in the morning.� It was rather lengthy and he didn’t feel like writing it out in the morning. When he turned around, he saw Kurt focusing on the quizzes., Hhe was smiling.

It greatly affirmed his desire to go into teaching, that he was able to help even just one student. Knowing he was providing a safe haven after school for one of them who was bullied. He might not be able to help every student individually, but he had certainly attempted to get Figgins to work with him on putting up a gate around the dumpster, so students couldn’t access it, but Figgins wouldn’t budge, “Tthere is just no money in the budget for something you’re talking about.� My hands are tied.” It almost made Blaine want to pony up the money himself, but he knew he’d never be able to afford it, especially on a teacher’s salary.

“Here Mr. Anderson, I’m done with these quizzes.” Everything went in slow motion. It was almost like a movie. Kurt had tripped on a chair leg and went faltering to the ground. Blaine turned around just in time to try and catch him, but fell to the ground as well; with Kurt on top of him. It was incredibly inappropriate, and if anyone were to walk in on them, there would certainly be an inquiry as to Blaine and Kurt’s interactions every afternoon, but Blaine wasn’t thinking about that right now.� All he was thinking about, was how right Kurt felt on top of him. The perfect amount of weight and pressure. Kurt’s left leg was pressed against the crux of Blaine’s legs and Kurt’s usually white skin, had grown so rosy it was almost as if he was covered in bright red paint. Kurt wasn’t moving, and neither was Blaine.

Kurt was staring into Blaine’s eyes and Blaine couldn’t quite tell what was lingering behind the gorgeous orbs. Was it embarrassment, perhaps confusion? The fact that Blaine didn’t really want Kurt to get off of him, bothered him less than it probably should.

Blaine didn’t know how long they had been laying like that, one on top of the other.� It felt like forever, in reality it was probably only a few seconds. But it was enough to leave an impression; whether it was a good impression or not remained to be seen. Blaine was about to say something to Kurt, to try and somehow make the situation somewhat more appropriate, when Kurt did the complete opposite.

Now, Blaine had been kissed a few times in his life. Jeremiah was his first, yes. But he had dated a few times in college. They had all been okay, but they never truly made him feel the way Jeremiah’s kisses had made him feel for those precious few months in which he thought they were in love.� They never gave him the giant butterflies in his stomach that flapped around as if they were on speed. But the very chaste, and very quick kiss that Kurt had just laid on Blaine’s lips? It had matched and surpassed Jeremiah’s kisses in a way that he’d never expected.

However, none of his other kisses ended with the other person jumping up and racing from the room as if there was a magnet pulling them in the opposite direction.

“Oh God, Blaine.� You’re amazing.” He whispers into Blaine’s ear and the younger boy couldn’t help but feel thrilled that he was exciting his older boyfriend that much. But Blaine’s buzz almost came to a screeching halt when he felt a hand on his crotch attempting to unbutton his jeans.

“Wait!” Blaine spit out, and pushed Jeremiah off of him, so he could regain his bearings.

“C’mon Blaine.” He said, putting on all the charm in the world. “I know you want it.” He said leaning back over Blaine and running his hand up Blaine’s leg and resting against his groin. “I can feel it.” He whispers into Blaine’s ear. Blaine gulped.

“I’m not…” He doesn’t know what to do. He adores Jeremiah, he really does. He wants to be with him, but he isn’t sure if he’s ready to go all the way.� Sure he’s a seventeen year old boy who is always thinking about sex, but that doesn’t mean he has to have it, right? But he does want it. He wants to be with Jeremiah in every way possible. “I mean should we? I mean we’ve only been dating for a few months.” Blaine tries to reason, but Jeremiah rolls his eyes.

“What does that matter, Blaine? I want you,” he punctuates the remark with a kiss to Blaine’s plump lips. “…and if your…” Jeremiah looks down, and Blaine blushes “…is any indication, you want me too. Why not?”

It makes sense to Blaine. He’d never had someone to do this with before. He’d never even been able to think about having sex with someone until recently, and for a while he had always envied his friends who had girlfriends who were, in Blaine’s opinion, sluts and put out all the time. This could be the only time that Blaine gets to experience this type of connection until he gets to college. He definitely didn’t want to go to college a virgin.

After a minute or two of weighing the pros and cons, Blaine made his decision. “Okay.”

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