Kurt walked into his English classroom, a little more excited than he should be.

Today was the first day of junior year. Well, that was the excuse he used whenever anyone asked why he was so excited. He couldn't care less about this school, let alone junior year.

No, Kurt has his reasons for being so excited. Reasons he hadn't told anyone about. Reasons he couldn't tell anyone about. Kurt sighed as he sat down at the desk beside Rachel, who looked at him accusingly.

"I still don't believe you. Nobody gets excited about junior year!" she said haughtily.

Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed again, before looking at Rachel and smiling brightly. "I told you; only two more years before I get out of this hell hole." he lied.

She glared at him, "It's like you're even happier now!"

"I like English," he said simply.

Before Rachel could open her mouth to say more the bell rang, signaling the start of their first period. She sent him a look that clearly said, "We will be continuing this conversation later," before turning to look at the front of the classroom.

After a few minutes had passed, a man walked in. He was short, shorter than most of the students. If it weren't for the fact that all of the seats in the room were taken, you would've thought he was just another one of them. His hair was gelled down into perfection, not a single one out of place. And, on top of everything, his outfit was styled perfectly! The white button down shirt with the black v-neck sweater were classy and formal, while the bright red jeans added just the right amount of casualty.

The man sat his coffee and briefcase on his desk before turning around and facing the students. He clapped his hands excitedly, "Hello! My name is Blaine Anderson and I will be your English teacher here at McKinley. You can all call me 'Mr. Anderson'." he said enthusiastically.

There were a few - less enthusiastic - "hey"s in return.

Mr. Anderson sighed happily and leaned against his desk. "Okay, let's get started! When I was in school, I was never a fan of work on the first day, so I'll save all the hard stuff for tomorrow. In the meantime, I want to get to know you guys, so take out your notebooks or papers or whatever you brought with you, and just write about yourself. Be as descriptive as possible. For oncr, the more conceited, the better."

As Kurt reached around to get his notebook and pen, he met Mr. Anderson's eye. He smiled and looked around before winking at his teacher.

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Anderson stood up, "Okay, if you could start passing your papers up here. . . And don't worry if you didn't finish, these obviously won't be graded."

As the class passed along their papers, Mr. Anderson called, "Go ahead and pack up, the bell will ring in just a minute,"

After the bell had rang and the class were walking through the door, Kurt stood up. "Um, Mr. Anderson? I think I forgot to put my name on my paper, would it be okay if I stayed behind for moment?" he asked.

Mr. Anderson looked up from the notes on his desk and nodded. "Of course," he said.

When all the students had left, Kurt shut and locked the door, before turning around and walking to his teachers desk.

Blaine looked up and grinned, "How'd I do?" he asked.

Kurt laughed. "Pretty good. A little excited, but overall, the best teacher I've ever had."

Blaine stood up and moved to the front of his desk. After making sure the blinds on the windows were shut, he reached out and grabbed his boyfriends hand, quickly pulling him into a hug.

Kurt sighed and laid his cheek on the top of Blaine's head. "I've missed you," he said.

Blaine pouted, "I know – I'm sorry. I've just been really busy the past couple days," he replied. He suddenly pulled back and looked at Kurt, smiling. "But, hey, you're still coming over tonight, right?"

Kurt smiled back. "Wouldn't miss it," he said happily before leaning his head in. Blaine smiled wider and moved forward and meeting him half way, their lips connecting in a soft, lingering kiss.

Blaine pulled back, his arms wrapped loosely around the boy, "I love you, you know," he sighed, moving one hand up to Kurt's face, cupping his cheek.

"I know – I love you, too," Kurt said. He glanced up at the clock and sighed. "I have to go. I'll be over later. Say, seven?" he asked.

Blaine nodded.

Kurt backed away and walked to his desk, grabbing his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He moved closer to Blaine again and gave him a short kiss, before pulling away and walking backwards to the door. "I'll see you tonight. I love you."

Blaine grinned and nodded. "I love you, too,"

And then Kurt was gone.