Blaine wasn't having a great evening. It was okay, but it wasn't great. He'd hopped a few bars in the district but there wasn't anyone that caught his eye. There were gorgeous guys everywhere, don't get him wrong, but there wasn't anyone that made his knees weak or made his head spin. They were just guys to him; uninteresting guys.

The teacher sighed into his half empty glass. He'd just ordered another one and was well on his way to getting wasted. He didn't feel that he had any other options; his Friday night was kind of shot. Or at least he thought it was.

Kurt walked into Spin with a forced smile on his face. Three bars after he left his house, he realized that he wasn't having a very good time. Sure, he got a lot of attention and he hadn't even had to try to flirt the bartender to serve him drinks, but that didn't mean he was having a great evening. All the guys that hit on him were muscle heads and that wasn't Kurt's type anymore. After Karofsky, Kurt had sworn off the body building type. It was biased but he didn't care.

After having his id checked and a black mark placed on his hand, Kurt walked into the club. The beat pulsed through his chest and a real smile played on his lips. This was more like it. This club had people of all types and they were dancing everywhere; literally. There were guys dancing in the doorway. It was exhilarating.

Kurt took a few steps forward and was bombarded by a group of gorgeous men.Unf...eat me up.He thought as they leered at him. Super Kurt was bound to make an appearance at some point during the evening. He always did when Kurt was feeling lonely and was in need of attention. "Hey." One of them shouted. "Aren't you Kurt? Like 'The Kurt'." Kurt's breath caught. He knew what the man was referring to and he wasn't sure how to response. He'd never been noticed outside of his shows until that moment.

"Umm..."

"It is. Holy shit. You're even sexier in person. That site does you no justice." Gorgeous Man #2 shouted. "You gotta let me buy you a drink." Kurt forced a smile and nodded. He could go for a drink.

"No....Kurt, don't let him buy you a drink. Let me." Gorgeous Man #3 shouted. Kurt nodded to that as well. He wasn't going to turn down drinks. That would cause them to turn their attention elsewhere. He wanted their attention; he needed it.

A while later, the small group was gathered next to the bar and Kurt was feeling his buzz. He'd readily accepted all of their drinks and he was trying to listen intently as they talked his ear off. They were all gushing about how hot he was and how amazing he looked on camera. A few made off hand comments about wanting to try out Kurt's 'live and in person' skills but Kurt was too far gone to notice. He was having a great time.

Until he wasn't. The group slowly disbursed as they realized that they weren't going to get into the performer's pants. "You can look, but you can't touch." Kurt kept slurring to them. They'd groan and, eventually, they got tired of trying to persuade him otherwise.

Eventually, only Kurt and one of his many fans stood at the bar alone. "So...I was thinking that we get out of here. You know...go back to my place, listen to some Barry White, and get to know one another." The man let the possibilities hang in the air. Kurt sobered up quickly.

"I don't think so. Thank you for the offer, though." Kurt responded. He then turned to walk away. The fan grabbed his arm.

"It wasn't a request." The man's eyes were hard and his tone left little room for negation. Kurt was frightened but he refused to let it show. He shook the man's hand off his wrist and stepped back.

"I said no." It came out as a shout.

"I said no." Blaine knew that voice. He'd heard it in class and he'd heard it moaning on his computer screen.

The teacher turned towards the voice. It wasn't far away. Just as he'd suspected, he saw Kurt. What he hadn't expected was to see the student glaring at a man that seemed to be standing a bit too close. Blaine watched in shock as the two engaged in some sort of argument. The man was asking Kurt for something and the young man was trying to decline; politely of course.

"I'm not going to say it again. Back off." Kurt shouted. That was Blaine's cue to step in. Even if all he and Kurt had was class and business dealings, he still felt the need to step in and protect the young man.

"Hey." The teacher shouted. Kurt and the man looked. "He said no." Blaine tried to project an air of confidence as he spoke. He had a difficult time doing so, however because the man was easily twice his size. If the man really wanted to, he could take both men without breaking a sweat.

"Who's this, Kurt? This your boyfriend?" The man spat the last word out like it was poison. Always one to think quickly on his feet, Blaine answered.

"Yes, I am, and I don't appreciate you talking to my boyfriend like that." The teacher inched closer to his student and grabbed the young man's hand. It was unbelievably soft. He'd often imagined himself holding Kurt's hand but his dreams didn't compare to how the actual hand felt.

The man scoffed. "You're dating this dweeb, Kurt? He's like...a child with hair on his chest. You need a real man." Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact that thisnobodyfan was down talking the man that Kurt essentially loved –in a secret, stalkerish kind of way. He wasn't sure, but, whatever it was, it seemed to be enough for Kurt to want to play along with what Mr. Anderson was saying. If all else failed, at least he got to hold his teacher's hand.

"He's more of a man than you'll ever be." Kurt should have been an actor because he played the boyfriend role to a tee. He let his body relax against Blaine's and he even placed a chaste kiss against the elder's temple.

The fan was not amused. "Whatever. See if I buy another private from you." The pair watched as the man stalked across the club. When he was gone, Kurt turned to his teacher.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Anderson. You didn't have to do that though." Kurt smiled and Blaine reciprocated.

"You know, you can call me Blaine outside of class and...you're welcome." The teacher said as he ordered himself another drink. Kurt waved his hand to get the bartender's attention but Mr. Anderson pulled it back down. "No....I know those guys were buying you drinks all night, but you're technically under aged and I can't sit back and watch while you drink your night away."

Kurt was not pleased. "You didn't mind sitting back and watching while I was fucking myself on that dildo." Blaine snorted out his drink. He really hadn't expected Kurt to say that. Not only was the content shocking, but so was the tone that was used. Kurt sounded almost heartbroken as he mumbled the sentence.

"Wha-"

"Let me guess, it was a mistake. Some people are accident prone, but you seem mistake prone." Kurt's voice was bitter. Blaine was surprised at how quickly the young man's demeanor had changed. One moment, the boy was thanking him for his assistance and the next he was making snide remarks.

"You told me it was just business." Blaine tried to counter. His voice faltered at the end despite the truth behind his words. The student looked up at the teacher with a form of shock in his eyes.

"You told me it was all a mistake. Do you know how that made me feel? 'Hey, Kurt. I accidentally watched you finger fuck yourself into oblivion. Sorry, my mistake.'" Kurt shouted. It just happened to be the one moment of the evening that everything was quiet; the music had stopped while the DJ was taking a break and there was an MC standing on the stage talking about some meaningless contest. With that being said, the entire place heard Kurt's shout.

Blaine groaned. "Look," He whispered when the MC started to speak again. "Obviously 'mistake' wasn't the best word to use."

"Obviously." Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically and Blaine combed his fingers through his loose curls.

"Okay, I get that. Can we just go somewhere and talk about this? Somewhere less...crowded?" Kurt looked around and realized that there was a group of people standing near them; eavesdropping. He nodded.

The teacher paid his tab and the pair left the club. They walked a block and a half until they found a nearly empty 24 hour diner. "I'm starving, let's talk here." Kurt suggested as they passed the window. Blaine nodded and they went inside.

Bridget, a heavyset, redhead waitress sat the pair at a table near the back of the restaurant. "What can I get you two?" She asked. Blaine mulled over the menu, but Kurt –who'd been before- ordered his usual. A tomato and spinach omelet and a cup of coffee. "And you?" Blaine, ever unprepared to give an order, rattled off a standard order of sausage, eggs, and toast. It was his go to meal.

Bridget left to put their order in and returned with two cups of coffee. "Lemme know when y'all need a refill." She said. She was kind and Blaine was certain he'd be giving her a nice top. The boys nodded and Bridget walked away.

"So...you wanted to talk?" Kurt's tone was ice cold. Blaine nodded though. He did want to talk because something seemed to be bothering the student and something was bothering him as well.

"Yeah. You seem so caught up on the fact that I said I made a mistake. I'm not sure what you want me to do because I obviously pissed you off when I said that."And you pissed me off when you said it was just business. Sure we never had an actual conversation and sure my love was probably unrequited, but you didn't have to say we were just business.Blaine didn't say any of that though. He wanted to get to the bottom of Kurt's issue first; then they'd tackle his.

Blaine watched as Kurt took a deep breathe. He seemed to be turning things over in his mind. "You're right. I don't like that you said it was a mistake because it wasn't. You didn't accidentally buy those privates and watch me get off. Hell, you hid your face, so I can at least say it was premeditated. I just want you to call it what it was. You thought I was hot and you wanted to see what I could do with all of this." Kurt motioned down his body with his hand. Signs of Super Kurt were starting to show.

Blaine growled. Yet another mood change for Kurt. Maybe the student wasn't worth all the effort. The young man seemed to have more emotions than Sybil had personalities. "You're right. It wasn't a mistake. I purposely watched those shows and paid for those sessions because I thought you were hot; super-hot. I've thought that since the moment I saw you. Wait, no I haven't. When I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful man I'd ever seen and I was devastated when I realized that you were one of my students."

The teacher clapped his hands over his mouth. He'd said too much. Kurt was staring at him with a look of shock and something Blaine could swear was horror on his face. "I didn't-"

"Please don't say you didn't mean it." It was a whine. Inadvertently, Blaine had made his student whine. It was somewhat heartbreaking but delicious at the same time. "Please don't."

"I won't." Blaine whispered. "Because I did mean it. I think you're beautiful, Kurt and...underdifferentcircumstances, I'd like to get to know you better."

"So...you don't want to get to know me because of what I do? That's a little closed minded." Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Did I say that? No, I didn't. What I meant was if I wasn't your professor and you weren't my student then I think we could get to know each other better." Kurt didn't get a chance to respond because Bridget chose that exact moment to return with their food. The two ate in a tense silence.

"So...you think all these great things about me but we can't explore that because I'm your student. But....you don't think it's inappropriate for you to get off to me fucking myself?" Kurt's accusing tone broke through the tense silence. Blaine sat down his fork and looked at the student.

"You said it was just business. I figured, even if you weren't a student, it would just be business to you."

"You said it was a mistake. I'm assuming that if I wasn't your student, it would have still been a mistake." Kurt countered. Blaine groaned because he'd inadvertently sent them spiraling into another circle of 'business vs. mistake'.

"Dammit, Kurt. I said it wasn't a mistake. I was well aware of what I was doing. There, is that what you wanted to hear?" Kurt stared at his teacher in shock at the sudden outburst. Apparently, he'd said mistake one too many times.

"It wasn't just business. I only said that because you called it a mistake. I'm tired of being a mistake." He whispered. Blaine's face softened for a moment and then his eyebrows furrowed.What does he mean by 'I'm tired of being a mistake'?He wanted to ask, but he wasn't sure if it was appropriate. It's not like anything else about the situation was. "Listen, Blaine, I've thought the world of you since I met you. I think you're funny, and nice, and a really great teacher. When you said that to me, I thought that it was just sex for you. So....I told you it was just business. I mean, don't get me wrong, usually it is but...you were kind of always different. Even before I knew it was you, I was comfortable. I don't get that often."

Blaine nodded and took a sip of his coffee. It made Kurt nervous. The entire situation made Kurt nervous. He wasn't sure where the conversation was heading and it unnerved him. "You're still my student, Kurt." Blaine finally said. There it was. In the end, despite the exhibitionism on the part of both parties, Kurt was still a student to Blaine and nothing else.

"Only for another three weeks. After that, I'm on to another set of teachers. Apparently, you can't take too many history classes without being a history major. Who knew?" Blaine chuckled at Kurt's comment. He had a point. Some of the teachers were starting to wonder if the promising design student was going to jump ship to history because he took so many classes on the subject.

"Well, then, once you're not a student of mine anymore, I don't see any problem with us seeing if we can turn this into something." Kurt beamed. He really did like Blaine and it seemed that Blaine liked him as well.

"What do we do until the end of the semester? Three weeks is a long time." He had to ask. It was a requirement. With the possibility of something with Blaine looming on the horizon, he couldn't fathom having to wait a full three weeks for a next move.

"When are you working again?" Blaine blushed as he asked the question. Really because....that's kind of awkward to ask a possible future boyfriend. Possible being the operative word.

"Tomorrow night." Kurt answered with a coy look on his face. Blaine smiled.

"I guess we'll 'interact' tomorrow and see where that takes us." Kurt nodded. He liked that idea.

"Sounds good to me, Mr. Anderson."

"Hey, I thought I said you could call me Blaine."

"You did. It's Blaine, Mr. Anderson if you're nasty" Blaine took his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress the grin on his face and nodded slowly and began to eat his food again. He wasn't sure where this was all going to end up, but he was in for one hell of a ride.