After spending his afternoon in Glee Club Kurt made his way over to the locker room since it was almost time for practice. The first big game was just around the corner and to be honest Kurt was excited. He loved to be on this team even if he knew his position was just a little one. But he was proud that he was the only one who was able to kick the ball like he could.

Getting into the locker room felt different that day. Kurt wasn’t sure why but something felt strange.  After the incident with Karofsky a lot of his teammates changed in their acting towards him. It was like Karofsky got them all on his side and they were against him now too.

He shook his head and thought to himself that he was seeing things. He went further into the room and went over to his locker. That’s where he gasped. Not only was his locker open. All his stuff was shattered on the floor, dirt and footsteps on them everywhere. Kurt felt the tears springing to his eyes but he didn’t let them fall. He sniffed them away as good as he could and turned around since he felt eyes on him.

Behind him Kurt found Karofsky and half of the team glaring and laughing at him. They were even pointing at him and he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed most his stuff from the ground. At least the stuff he could carry. 

When Kurt left the locker room he stumbled over some of the stuff he was holding and got down to the ground. Part of him was giving up. At this point the tears in his eyes started to stream down his cheeks. And he couldn’t stop crying anymore. Behind him he heard still the laughing noises from his teammates which made him even angrier and sadder.

Before he tried to get back up he let his tears fall freely and sniffed loudly. Kurt thought he was alone. He didn’t know that he had been watched the whole time. As Kurt heard footsteps coming closer to him he tried to get up to run away. This apparently didn’t work since he was tangled in his clothes from the locker room. He tried to get up again. And again. But it still didn’t work. So he gave up and slumped back down.

“Do you need help, Kurt?” Mr. A. came closer to him. “What happened anyways?” he added as he stuck out his hand to Kurt to grab it.

“I-I … I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Kurt, come on. You know you can talk to me!”

“Thanks, but it’s really nothing you have to worry about, Mr. A.”

“If it is nothing you can talk about it, right?”

Is he never giving up on the topic? Kurt thought to himself. He looked up to Mr. Anderson and met his eyes. They were truthful and honest. So he went for it and talked to him about everything that happened when he entered the locker room for practice.

“See, that wasn’t so hard to tell me. Now let me help you get up and let’s get you cleaned up!” Mr. Anderson told him. He reached out for Kurt again since he was still sitting on the ground tangled in his stuff. Kurt took his hand and the feeling he got by taking his teachers hand was … incredible to say at least. He couldn’t even find the right words for it. But Kurt knew he never felt something like this before.

His heart was beating really fast, he felt a nice warmth flooding through him and he felt a blush coming over his neck towards his cheeks. Embarrassed he looked down on the floor.  

Mr. Anderson felt something too when he took Kurt’s hand. Not sure what this feeling was exactly he shakes it off and looked at Kurt. Blaine saw that Kurt got red cheeks and that he started to look to the ground. Why is he blushing all off the sudden? he asked himself. But nevertheless he found this kind of cute if he was honest to himself.

As the realization set in he looked closely at Kurt – still holding his hand awkwardly. He looked him up from his head over his chest down to his legs and shoes - trying not to look at his crotch for too long. He was gay after all and he couldn’t help himself right now.

When Kurt felt eyes on him he finally looked up again and met the amber eyes of Mr. A. He recognized that he was still holding his teachers hand and let go of it abruptly.

“I-I … I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to … “

“No, Kurt. It’s-its ok. It’s not your fault. Do you need any help with cleaning up?”

Kurt blushed again at this. “No, thanks. I-I … I guess I should be fine from here on!”

“Are you sure? I mean you still look kind of scared and pale. Are you…”

“Yes, I am. Thanks though, Mr. Anderson.”

“Fine then. I guess I will see you tomorrow in our Music lesson, right?”

“Yes, I guess you will. See you later Mr. A.” and with that Kurt turned around and started to make his way out of the school over to his car. He didn’t feel like going back to practice. He knew coach Beiste wouldn’t be pleased with his behavior but he couldn’t care less right now. He would deal with her later.

Kurt was just exhausted and tired. Even his car seemed to be too far away. As he went down the hallway he felt eyes on him. He looked a little over his shoulder and saw that right in this moment Mr. Anderson catches him watching and turned around quickly. To be honest this confused him even more. What is happening here? Why is he looking at me like that?

Finally starting to walk again and left the school. As soon as a crossed the threshold into the parking lot he felt a weight lift off his shoulders and could breathe again properly. Walking over to his car Kurt sat behind the wheel and started to shake. Nearly hyperventilating he had to force himself to calm down.

Never had he felt like this. He didn’t even know that this feeling did exist. Besides that he didn’t know why he felt like this at all. He was still angry about his teammates and the way they treated him. And all the stuff that just happened with Mr. Anderson.

After a few minutes he could breathe a little better and the hyperventilating stopped. The weird feelings stayed though. He shook his head to get lost of all the thoughts swirling through his mind. He needed to get out of here.

Starting the car he wanted to go home. A few minutes into the drive he felt the urge to get some coffee since coffee always calmed him down in some way. So he changed his route and made his way over to the Lima Bean.

Kurt ordered his usual coffee and decided he would stay for a little while. He found himself a table in the corner of the store, next to a window. Watching people stroll by and making up stories about them was kind of his hobby.

The first person he saw was a middle aged woman, fast approaching the store. He thought that she must be in a hurry to get a coffee for herself or her boss. He wasn’t sure. As fast as she entered the store she left it again. Yes, definitely in a hurry he believed.

Seeing an old couple he wondered what their history would be like. He guessed that they were married for over 40 years. Still happy. They would have little arguments about little things in life but nothing big. They fitted quite well together and even looked kind of alike. Kurt smirked at this scene and thought that that would be something he wanted for himself.

Sighing he took a sip of his coffee. When he looked up again he saw Mr. Anderson walking through the door. He couldn’t believe that his teacher just walked through the door when he had those kinds of thoughts.

Kurt tried to hide behind his cup but his teacher already had noticed him sitting there. Is he really coming over? Gosh, no. Do I have a sign on my forehead telling him this seat is not occupied or do I look so lonely that I need his attention again?

Right then Mr. Anderson really made his way over to him, wondering what his student was doing there after everything that happened earlier.

“Kurt? What a coincidence, isn’t it? Are you here by yourself?”

Does it look like someone would be with me right now?

“Oh, hi Mr. Anderson. Nice to see you again. And yes it’s just me and my lonely self, enjoying a cup of coffee.”

“Oh, I see. Would you mind if I join you. I could even bring you a refill for your cup if you want to?”

Wait. What is happening right now? That can’t be normal, can it?

“I-I … I’m not sure if that is such a good idea since you are my … my teacher.”

“I know, but I guess the people around here wouldn’t mind, right?”

What is he even talking about? I mean it’s not like that we are a couple or anything like that.

At that Kurt looked around the store and saw that mostly all of the people already left the store and the rest just didn’t seem to care about them.

“Yeah, I guess you are right. So, it’s a yes then. To joining me and a refill.”

Mr. Anderson nodded at that and made his way over to the counter to order his own cup and getting a refill for Kurt. He couldn’t help but watch him walking over and standing in line waiting to be the next person who could order.

His eyes lingered on his teacher watching every step and movement of him. Kurt just couldn’t help himself. He knew Mr. Anderson for a few weeks now and he really liked him. His lessons were always fun and it was easy to talk to him.

When Mr. Anderson felt eyes on him he turned his head around a little and saw his student watching him while being in his own world. He paid for his drink and even got biscotti. Catching the drinks and the food he made his way back over to the table where Kurt was sitting on.

“Here you go, Kurt. I hope you I’m not disturbing anything?” he asked him and sat down opposite to Kurt.

“I-I … No, I was just gone for a minute or two. And thank you for the refill Mr. Anderson!”

“You’re very welcome, Kurt.”

And with that they got talking and started a conversation about everything and nothing. They shared some stories about musicals – without Kurt admitting that he loved those – and music in general. It was still pretty easy to talk to his teacher. And both of them didn’t notice how time was flying while they were talking aimlessly with each other. They coffees were long gone. The cups empty.

“So, how did you like Glee club so far?” Mr. Anderson asked Kurt out of nowhere. “Because listening to you rand about music and musicals it seems like you are pretty interested in this stuff. Am I right?”

Kurt started to blush again. Why am I always reacting like this in front of him? “I  ... I guess you could say that. But nobody knows that – beside you now apparently.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t really know why I am hiding this. I just don’t feel very comfortable around people and especially when they are judging me.”

"So does that mean you can sing?”

“Yeah, you could say that. But my voice is kind of weird. I can sing really high but low too. I guess my voice is too high for a boy in general.” Kurt said and searched the table with his eyes to avoid to look at his teacher.

“Kurt.” Nothing. “Kurt, please.” Again nothing. “Kurt, please look at me.” Mr. Anderson then placed his hand over Kurt’s on the table and the boy finally looked up at him.

“If it’s true what you are talking about then there is nothing weird about it. In fact this means your voice is special. Nothing you should have to hide from anyone, ok?” With that he let go of the other boy’s hand.

Kurt couldn’t believe what was happening right now. When he realized they were just kind of holding hands he noticed that it felt good. He didn’t mind at all. And after his teacher took his hand back he wanted him to take it again. Am I allowed to take his hand back?

Kurt then blinked a few times at him trying to figure out what to say next.

“Are … Are you sure it … it would be something special because I don’t think so…” Kurt answered and looked on the table again trying to focus on something to occupy his eyes other than his teachers which were still staring at him in disbelief.

“Yes, Kurt. I am sure. And if it counts something I studied Music as a major and sang in my own choir in High School. I guess I have an ear for voices.” he answered smiling to his student.

"Yeah, I guess that should count for something.”

“Did you ever sing to someone?”

“No. No I didn’t. I wouldn’t want anyone to hear my voice.”

“Ok, what about that: you let me hear you sing at school tomorrow before Glee club. And I will tell you my honest opinion about your voice. And if it is any good – what I believe it is – then we will go from there, ok?”

Kurt thought about this for a few minutes. Not sure what his teacher wanted to make out of this. He looked up again in those amber eyes watching him. They were still honest and truthful. So his only possible answer was “Ok.”