The Dragon and the Prince
Chapter 2 The Mermaid and the Boy
Summary: Kurt always wanted a fairy tale ending. He always wanted a prince to sweep him off his feet, and Elliot had always been his prince. But what happens when his seeming perfect prince cheats on him and he runs to seek refuge in a gay bar meeting an incredible man? Enter Blaine, twenty-four and recently hired to replace the new English teacher at McKinley high.
Rating: T for now
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GLEE!! If I did Elliot would not be threat to our favorite fiancés!
~Klaine~
Blaine Interlude I
Blaine scoffed as he heard a boy whining about someone, probably his girlfriend—or well, ex-girlfriend based off of what he was hearing—getting drunk and having sex. These kids were too young to be having sex. Oh shit, Blaine don't think about sex because then you'll think about him. Kurt was so perfect last night, he couldn't believe it. His ass was so tight and he made such adorable sounds. Oh shit I told you not to think about sex, idiot! Blaine scolded himself and began to sort through the papers on his desk, facing away from the students entering the class so they wouldn't see his Kurt-induced boner. He listened carefully to the students that came in, most of them talking about silly gossip that made no sense because Blaine didn't know who they were talking about. He then turned to the clock to check the time before moving to the chalkboard to write out his name. M-R-.-A-N-D-E-R-S-O-N Blaine spelled out in his head right as the bell rings. He took pride in the few gasps he hears from the young ladies. He did take quite a while on his appearance that morning.

His khaki pants were pressed and creased, his dark blue plaid button up sleeves were rolled up and his white undershirt was slightly exposed from the two buttons he didn't bother to button up. His usually unruly hair was gelled back and he did think he was looking awfully sharp. He wondered if Kurt would think so. He didn't seem to be very happy about his hair being gelled. He whined whenever he tried to lace his fingers through his hair and was only met with concrete. He began to talk to the kids, saying they'd forget the lesson plan that day and get to know each other. Reading through the roll call, he was interested in some of the kid's names, especially when he came across one that was vaguely familiar. “Uh… Kurt… Hummel?” He looked around, waiting for a hand. He finally saw one, and it belonged to such a beautiful and familiar body. Kurt, his Kurt was here in his junior's English class! His eyes went wide, but Kurt seemed calm and cool, acting as if he'd never seen him before this.
So Blaine followed his suit, and was soon back in the teaching zone. He tried to ignore Kurt's adorable little way of avoiding his gaze and shifting uncomfortably every time Blaine would return his eyes back to his gorgeous pale skin. He was finally done with roll and he went back to sitting on his desk. He didn't want to come off as a loser teacher and he wanted his students to like him, but he was too distracted to do anything he'd planned on. He was freaking out now that he knew Kurt was a minor and he could be charged with rape. He looked down at Kurt who was looking awfully annoyed as some boy sitting next to him kept bugging him about something. The whole class had fallen into their own conversations and Blaine knew he needed to do something, but couldn't think what. He tried to hear what the dark-haired boy sitting next to Kurt was saying. Something about cheating and sex and oh my god that was Kurt's ex-boyfriend!

Wait, Blaine stop. This kid is just that, a kid, and you need to get yourself under control and stop thinking about him. He's your student and there is no way that you and he will be continuing your relationship or fucking or whatever.
“So! Getting to know you! I want you guys to go down the aisles and list one thing you like about school. It can be anything at all, friends and lunch, whatever. Just tell me something you enjoy.” He nodded to the blonde with her hair up in a high ponytail. “You start. Don't forget to say your first and last name.” Ponytail smiled and began to say that she liked the social stature at the school. Most everyone thought the same, except Asshole who was still whispering to Kurt. When it came to be Asshole's turn, he was so distracted trying to get Kurt to listen to him, Kurt just answered for him. “He likes having sex in the bathroom with seniors.” He snapped, sending Asshole a look. Blaine smiled at Kurt, a smile that was now solely for him, and reprimanded Asshole. “Listen kid, if you wanna pass in my class you're gonna need to pay attention. So shut the fuck up, leave Kurt alone, and pay attention.” He then turned his attention to the kid behind Asshole who jumped immediately into his own introduction.

Dave Karofsky came next, and Kurt visibly tensed when he said what he enjoys, “I like teaching faggots their place.” Blaine's eyes narrowed and he walked back to Dave's desk. “Excuse you?” Dave raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Blaine. “I said-” “No I heard what you said, and you're gonna need to rethink that answer if you want to be in this class.” Blaine cut him off angrily; he couldn't believe this kid. Dave sighed and rolled his eyes but made no moves to do what he said. “Karofsky, I want you out of my classroom right now. Get down to the principal's office, I'll be letting them know you're coming.” When Dave still refused to listen to him, Blaine slammed his palms on his desk, “Now!” Dave then groaned and left the class. Blaine let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding and turned to his class with hardened features. “Let this be a warning to anyone and everyone who wants to say something offensive to anyone. Bullying will not be tolerated.” He then turned to Kurt whose deep blue eyes were wide with wonder and admiration. He gave him their special smile and urged him on with a gesture.

“I'm Kurt Hummel and I hate school.” Blaine blanched, he hadn't been expecting that. “Kurt… isn't there anything you like? I did say that I wanted at least one thing. Please follow directions.” Kurt raised his eyebrow as if daring Blaine to do something but didn't say anything about it. “Glee club, then, is what I enjoy.” He answered and Blaine hated the few snickers he heard. He couldn't do anything about it though and then just nodded. He waited for the kid behind Kurt to say something, but even when he did, he hardly paid attention. Kurt hated school, but he'd just have to give him a reason to love it.

~Klaine~
The bell rang and the kids began filing out of the classroom like they had done when they entered. Kurt didn't leave right away, Asshole still bugging him as he packed up his things. “Elliot will you just shut the fuck up? You cheated on me, I dumped your sorry ass, so who gives a shit if I did or did not have sex? You fucked up, so I'm no longer any of your concern!” Kurt snapped at Asshole. Blaine snorted and then hoped that they didn't hear him because he wasn't supposed to know anything. Kurt turned to him, raising an eyebrow as if, again, daring him to say something. Blaine just gave him a look of surrender as he and Asshole—it's Elliot, Blaine, and what happens if you accidentally call him that in class?—left the classroom, leaving Blaine alone in the classroom. He didn't bother thinking about Kurt because he'd already made up his mind. The boy was attractive—that's the reason he'd even talked to Kurt—but that had to be the end of it. He was a junior and it was completely inappropriate. So he was going to stay completely professional and act as if Kurt hadn't possibly been the best lay hed ever had.

By the end of the day, Blaine was exhausted and completely forgetting why on earth he'd ever wanted to be a teacher at a public high school. He should've gone to Dalton. But as he was packing up his things for the day—which really wasn't much because he hadn't given out any assignments or had any turned in to him—Kurt strode into his classroom and leaned against the chalkboard, his usual cool demeanor cracking. He looked nervous and innocent and perfect, just as he had when Blaine took him the night before. “Bl… Mr. Anderson?” Kurt called tentatively since Blaine still hadn't turned around. He was busy trying to compose himself and also brace himself for whatever Kurt was about to say. Would he say that his father had found out and he was going to jail? Blaine what the fuck is wrong with you, of course that's not it. He reprimanded himself as he turned to expose himself to adorable Kurt. Kurt who stood up for himself and had quick wit was incredibly sexy, but innocent, shy Kurt was just plain adorable, and Blaine couldn't resist.

“What's up?” He asked as he slowly approached his student. Kurt gave him a tentative smile when Blaine's dopy smile appeared, “I need to know… I can't remember anything from last night. Um… did we…” He appeared unable to finish the sentence, and then Blaine began to fear that he'd taken Kurt's virginity in a grungy bathroom stall. Would it be better to lie to him and say no or tell him the truth and go to jail? He wouldn't lie to Kurt, he decided, even though it was incredibly risky. “We had sex, if that's what you're asking, but you don't have to worry. It will neither affect your grade positively or negatively. We can be professional about this.” Kurt's eyes fell to the floor and he wrapped his arms around himself. That was the first time Blaine had really looked at Kurt that day.
His long, never ending legs were covered with painted on red skinny jeans. Tucked into them was a white button up shirt topped off with black suspenders and combat boots. He looked cute, like dirty cute. But enough of that, Blaine Anderson! Pay attention. “Kurt… god, please tell me that wasn't your first time.” He begged when he looked at the boy who was so efficiently curling in on himself. Kurt looked up at him and Blaine knew it was all over. He stole Kurt's virginity in a bathroom. He sighed and tried not to look pathetic; he had to be strong for Kurt. “I'm so sorry, Kurt.” He apologized, hoping Kurt would assure him it's okay. Yet it never came, and Blaine knew he had just fucked everything up. He sighed and very slowly reached out to take Kurt's hand. Kurt allowed this, so Blaine kept going. He pulled the younger boy into his arms and was pleasantly surprised when he wrapped his arms around him. “Kurt… I'm so sorry. But look, if it makes you feel any better, this won't affect your grade in my class. We can both be professional about this.” He repeated this, unsure if Kurt had heard him the first time. Kurt shook his head and yanked himself out of Blaine's arms. “I don't care about that! I lost my virginity to my teacher completely drunk in a bathroom at Scandals! I don't even remember it!” He cried out, burying his face in his hands.

“Kurt… I am sorry. I didn't know any of this would happen.” Kurt just shook his head and left the classroom. Blaine groaned, mentally scolding himself for telling the truth. It would've been better to lie. But he wanted to be honest because someone lied to him and said honesty is the best policy. Fuck that, no it's not! It gets you into way too much trouble.