After lunch Blaine headed back to his room to teach his fifth period Biology I class. He didn't really enjoy this class as much as the others because unlike Biology II or Anatomy and Physiology, sophomores were required to take this class. This usually means that only a handful want to be there and the majority of them couldn't give two shits whether they got a passing grade or not.

Despite his current disposition, Blaine really did love teaching. He always knew he wanted to teach. Not necessarily biology, but he wanted to teach nevertheless. He loved the way kids asked him questions about things they didn't understand, and he loved it even more when a student walks away from him knowing a little more than they did a few minutes prior. It gives him a purpose to give students a direction to follow.

“Alright guys, get out those concept review questions,” Mr. Anderson said as he walked into the classroom.

A large boy with a haircut that made him reminisce to the days of Justin Bieber raised his hand.

Blaine looked up from the paper he was grading and let out a little sigh before calling on him.

“Yes, Evan?”

Evan fixed the buttons on the too-tight large plaid shirt he was wearing and cleared his throat before answering. “So, um...what questions were we supposed to do again?”

“You had to do 1-5 on page 160 and questions 1-8 on page 164.”

Evan coughed into his hand. Blaine noticed he was perspiring a little bit.

“Did you do the questions?” Blaine asked.

“Yes, I did them. I was just making sure I did the right ones.” The teenager smiled. “Didn't want to disappoint the,” Evan looked Blaine up and down before continuing, “Magnificent Mr. Anderson.” He smiled nervously at the teacher, almost scared to continue on with his sentence.

Blaine was taken by surprise. “Are you okay, Evan?”

Evan looked at him with a confused look, “Of course I'm okay, why do you ask?”

Blaine crossed his arms over the tight green button up shirt he no longer wished was so tight. “I only ask because you seem to be sweating pretty hard.”

Evan looked down at his desk, obviously embarrassed. “No, I'm fine.”

Blaine uncrossed his arms, “Alright then. If everyone has their questions done, go ahead and turn them into the basket. I'll try to get them back to you by tomorrow.”

The rest of the class period was a blur for Blaine. This was nothing new. He never really liked his fifth period class, and he almost instantly forgot about his strange conversation with Evan. When there was fifteen minutes left of the class period he finished his lecture on Meiosis and gave the class an assignment to work on until the bell rang. He was glad for these precious moments he had to pause and think. He finished grading his Senior Anatomy and Physiology papers and his mind started to wander into an area he tried to clear his mind of. That area: Kurt Hummel.

Blaine always knew he was gay and was out and proud. He wasn't proud enough to go and tell everyone in the school that he liked hot cock up his ass, but if a student were to ask one day he's sure he would tell them the truth.

This being said, he's pretty sure that Kurt was the most beautiful man that he has ever seen in his 29 years of life. He had the face of an angel with the body to match. Every single day when they sat together at lunch he watched Kurt walk up to the table, his hips swaying slightly as he carried his tray. He always wore the tightest clothes he could find. Blaine didn't even know how he got into them in the mornings, but he did know one thing: He wanted to be there to find out. He wanted to see every single curve in his back and every single muscle in his arms free of the fabric that weighed them down. He wanted to make sweet love to Mr. Hummel, but the problem was he was afraid to say it.

For the past five years he had watched his coworker in awe of how masculine and beautiful he was while being completely unaware of his own attractiveness. Everyday since Kurt had started working at this school Blaine had resisted the urge to walk out of his classroom, barge into Kurt's English class and yell, “Kurt Hummel, I need your penis in me right now because you are the hottest thing I have ever seen since I first saw Hugh Jackman shirtless.”

But he never did this. And he never will. Not because he would lose his job, but because he could never tell Kurt how he felt. He was his best friend around here, and who was he to jeopardize that?

The bell rang and Blaine stayed seated as he watched the students leave his room. He was about to get up to grab more papers to grade as he noticed Evan in the back of the room come towards him.

“Mr. Anderson?” Evan asked as he played with the straps of his Nike bookbag that was hanging off of his broad shoulders.

Blaine looked up at the overweight boy. “Yes, Evan?” Blaine noticed he was sweating again.

Evan wiped the sweat away from his forehead and wiped his hand on his jeans. “I just wanted to apologize for what I said earlier.”

“You mean the question about the assignment?”

Evan let out a nervous chuckle. “I suppose you could say that.” He looked at Mr. Anderson again, “I guess I just made a poor judgment about you. See you tomorrow.”

Blaine became intrigued. “Wait a second, what judgment was that?”

Evan played with the straps of his bookbag again. “Well, I don't mean to embarrass you, or myself, but I just thought that you were...you know what never mind. It isn't important.” Evan raced towards the door, but Blaine got there first and stood in front of it. He knew that Evan thought he had something important to say, but his nerves were getting the best of him. Blaine had a planning period next period, he had time to figure out what was on this young boy's mind.

“I still don't know what you mean. It's okay to tell me what you think. I wont get mad.”

Evan looked down at his shoes, then back up to the man who was only a little bit taller than him. “Well, Mr. Anderson. I just was under the impression that you were...gay.”

Blaine's eyes widened. So he had been discovered. He knew it was bound to happen eventually, but honestly he wasn't expecting Evan to be the person to call him out on it.

“Oh.” Blaine sighed. “Well, don't be too beat up about it, because you were right. I am gay.”

Evan's head looked like it was about to explode. His cheeks turned red and he started sweating bullets. No not bullets. This teenagers was perspiring canons all over his chubby face. “Oh my god, um...okay. I thought I was wrong.”

Blaine laughed, “No you were definitely right. But may I ask a question now?”

Evan gulped, “Sure.”

“Were you apologizing for hitting on me earlier?”

All of the blood left in this poor boy's body went straight to his face. “Um...I guess you could say that.”

Blaine looked hard at Evan and asked him a serious question. “Do you have something you need to get off your chest?”

Evan stayed silent. A small tear came tumbling down his cheek. Another came following after it and soon his faced was covered in salty tears and Evan was gasping for air between sobs while he asked, “Is it really that obvious?”

Blaine patted his student on the shoulder and then put his arms around him in a hug. “Evan, it wasn't obvious until you hit on me. That's usually a sign that says, 'Hey, I'm gay.'”

Evan exited himself out of the hug, wiped his tears and smiled at his teacher.

Blaine continued on, “But, Evan. I love that you're realizing who you are, but you can't go and hit on every teacher you think plays on the same team as you.”

Evan stared to give way to tears again. “I know, it was stupid. You're just so fantastic, and you always care about my grades and help me even when I want to give up and I just thought that maybe I had a chance at a guy as beautiful as my teacher Mr. Anderson.”

Blaine sighed. “Evan, one day you will meet the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your entire life and you will say, 'Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.' And on that day you be glad that your biology teacher told you not to hit on anymore teachers because otherwise you might have never even met the man of your dreams.”

Evan smiled graciously. Blaine could tell that he took his advice to heart. “Mr. Anderson? Have you ever thought that about someone before?”

Blaine's heart melted, leaving the remains of a friendship he cherishes into the cold, hard truth this boy made him face. “Yes, Evan. Yes I have.”

Evan smiled.

“Thank you for the advice, Mr. Anderson. It's good to know that in Ohio there's someone I can look up to.”

“You're welcome. And if you ever need anything, you can ask me.”

Evan smiled once more then left Blaine alone in an empty classroom.