It had always been a habit of Kurt's to be up at precisely 6:00AM every morning. His need to shower, exfoliate, moisturize and perfect his outfit for the day was impeccable, and Kurt felt that the 3 hours it took to complete this challenge every day was worth it.
Today, however, was not one of those mornings.

Kurt's eyes flickered open as the arms of another tightened around his waist, hot breath ghosting his neck and making his skin tingle. He sighed, closing his eyes once more and appreciating the warmth of another's body against his own.

A soft moan escaped Kurt, as legs tangled against his and a nose nuzzled into the back of his neck, making him shiver.

"Oh, Blaine…"

"Mmm…Britt-britt…"

Wait a minute.

Kurt let out a yelp as he opened his eyes and spied, not Blaine, but Santana, pressed up- no, spooning him. Sitting up, he pushed the raven-haired girl off him, accidentally knocking her out of the bed.

"Hey!" She cried, landing with a soft thump.
"Hey yourself!" Kurt replied, throwing back the covers and climbing out of the bed. "Please don't have erotic dreams while you're in bed with me. Otherwise I'll have to rethink next weekend's sleepover and make you bring a sleeping bag."
"Oh fuck off Kurtsies. Don't pretend you weren't having your own little wet dream." she smirked. "I heard you. These ears don't miss a thing."
Kurt blushed, slipped on his moccasins and padded towards his vanity.
"Oh piss off." He said, sitting down. Through the reflection of his mirror, he spied the Latina beauty taking a seat on the edge of his bed, tying her hair. Wanting a change of subject, Kurt asked for the time.

Yawning, Santana's eyes darted to the digital alarm clock situated on Kurt's nightstand.
"8:46."
"8:46?" Kurt gasped. "Why didn't my alarm go off? Why didn't we hear it? I haven't showered! Or done my routine! Oh god, we're going to be late!"
Frantic, he began going through the clothes in his wardrobe, hurriedly trying to decide what to wear.

"Relax, one tardy slip won't stop you from getting into NYADA, for fuck's sake." Santana said, grabbing her duffel bag to change out of the skimpy pyjamas she currently wore. "And we're not rushing this morning."
"Why not!" Kurt replied.
"Because we need to pick out the perfect outfit for you. And, " Santana grinned. "We have Anderson first period."

Approximately 6 minutes late, Kurt ran into the English Literature classroom, with Santana trailing slowly behind. Looking towards the front to apologise for his tardiness, Kurt stopped when he noticed that the front desk was empty and Blaine- Mr. Anderson- he scolded himself, wasn't there.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Kurt sighted two free desks towards the back of the classroom and, motioning for Santana to take one, slid into the seat.

"Mhmm, I was right," Santana said, as she moved her single desk towards Kurts'. "Your ass looks fantastic in those jeans. Anderson will be speechless for sure." Kurt's eyes widened as he quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard her. When he was certain that no one had taken notice of Santana's comment, Kurt glared at her.
"Shutup Satan." He hissed. "There's nothing going on between Mr. Anderson and I." Taking out his copy of To Kill a Mockingbird and flipping to the page they had left off at last lesson, Kurt huffed. "And besides, he already told me that there was no-"

"Hey guys, so sorry I'm late!"
Kurt's attention was directed towards the teacher who had just walked in, with him for some reason, a guitar. Was Mr. Anderson going to play them a song?
"Oh this isn't for you guys…I haven't been given an office yet, so I've had to lug this baby around with me." He said, grinning. "I'm subbing for Music as well!"
The students gave him a deadpanned look, non-verbally telling him to get on with it. Mr. Anderson nodded to himself, catching on.

"Let's start off with a few of the themes…"

The sound of pencil scrawling upon paper filled the classroom as the students completed the questions. Or not, Kurt noted, as he stifled a snicker at the drool emitting from Noah Puckerman's mouth, who had been staring into space for the past 10 minutes.
Already having completed the questions, Kurt leaned back in his seat, doodling absent-mindedly on some paper. Every few seconds he'd glance up at the handsome teacher sitting at the front of the classroom, trying (but not really succeeding) to suppress the memory of 'The Lima Bean Incident', as he'd begun calling it in his head. Sighing dreamily, he looked back down, and noticed a scrunched up ball of paper on his desk that hadn't been there before. Knowing it was probably a note from Santana, Kurt opened it.

"Subbing for Music, eh? Maybe we can convince him to help out with Glee. God knows Schue needs it. I'm fucking sick of his 80's crap."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt scribbled back;

"Schue does need all the help he can get, but we are not doing anything about it. Especially anything that involves Anderson. Santana, I thought we were done talking about this!"

"...We'll see about that!"

Kurt was not looking forward to whatever Santana had up her sleeve. And knowing her, it would not be good.

"Hey Mr. A."
Blaine looked up from the stack of assignments he'd been grading, startled. Santana stood in front of him, her hands on her hips.

"Need help with those?" she asked.
"No, no." he replied, averting her gaze. "I'll be fine, thanks…shouldn't you be getting home? It's 4:00."

Blaine had not forgotten that aside from him and Kurt, Santana was also aware of…that time. He hadn't been avoiding the girl, but he hadn't really acknowledged her since he'd begun teaching the class either.

"Nope." She shrugged. "I have Glee club. I like to keep them waiting."
"Oh…okay. So what's up?"

Santana stared down at Blaine from where he sat at his desk. While he had never been a very tall man, the girl somehow made him feel smaller than he already was. An impish smile playing on her lips, she cleared her throat.

"Let's cut the bullcrap." She said. "Obviously, I know about your hot little makeout session with Kurt. And I'm sure you haven't forgotten either."

Blaine could feel his heart thudding violently against his chest.

"Santana, I-"
"Aaand I just wanted to say…that you've got nothing to worry about." She smiled. "Kurt's my friend. And you seem like a nice enough guy."
He exhaled deeply, staring at the girl.

"There is one small thing I'd like to ask of you though."
"Santana, I can't give you an A just beca-" Blaine began, before she cut him off once again.
"Ugh, no." she sniffed. "I'm capable of earning my own A's thanks."
"I'm sure you are." He smiled genuinely. "Okay then, shoot."
"I wanted to ask you to help out with Glee club…if you can sing as well as you teach, that is." She began. "Kurt and I are sick of being forced to listen to what Schue calls 'music'."

Kurt was in glee club? He could sing? He could probably dance too. You're doing it again. Stop thinking about him.

Blaine shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He smiled up at Santana. There was no reason he couldn't help out. He did have experience when it came to music.

"I'd love to."