Kurt isn’t the first one in the classroom today, and Blaine doesn’t know why he immediately takes this as a bad sign, but he does. He can just feel it. Something is off. When Kurt finally does walk through the door, he glances at Blaine once, blushes slightly, and then avoids eye contact for the rest of the class.

Blaine fumbles through his lesson, distracted and worried by the way Kurt is pointedly ignoring him. He even calls on him to answer a question, even though Kurt didn’t raise his hand. Kurt just answers quickly, looking at his Frankenstein as he reads from a passage that connected with Blaine’s question.

Blaine doesn't get it. They’d had such amazing chemistry, and it was by far some of the best sex Blaine had ever experienced…he hopes Kurt doesn’t regret it, because he sure as hell doesn’t. It’s been forever since he got laid, and sex with Kurt had been one of the most amazing sexual experiences of his life. Now that he’s had a taste, he doesn’t think he can stop craving it—no, needing it.

“Okay everyone, finish the book before next class and start thinking about what you want to write your essay on. The essay questions are on your handout, so look through them once you’ve finished the book and pick one to outline. See you soon, guys.”

His students all shuffle out, talking loudly and laughing. Blaine notices Kurt at the back of the group.

“Hey, Kurt, would you please stay back for a minute?”

Kurt looks back at him and something unrecognizable flashes in his eyes, but he walks back down the aisle and stops in front of Blaine’s desk. He glances over his shoulder and waits until everyone has filed out and the door is shut before looking into Blaine’s eyes.

“What’s up, Mr. Anderson?” Kurt asks, his voice thin and emotionless.

“Kurt…you know that after all that, you can call me Blaine. Are you…okay? You seemed kind of distant today in class.”

Kurt rolls his shoulders a few times, seeming to prepare himself for what he’s about to say.

“Okay, Mr.—Blaine. I think I’m a little confused. We…we had sex. Amazing, mind blowing, practically life changing sex, but…I’m your student, for fuck’s sake! I’m your student, and you’re my teacher, and I’m pretty sure this is all levels of wrong. Not that it wasn’t the best sex ever, seriously, where did you come from? But I think it was a mistake, because it’s messing with my head, and god, it was only one time and I’m already going crazy. And, no offense or anything to you, because it’s not you--you’re wonderful--but I am so not interested in a relationship right now, least of all a secret one that would involve extra work, sneaking around, lying to my friends…I’m just so not looking for that right now.”

Blaine tries to cut in, but Kurt barely takes a breath before he plows on.

“And the way you kept looking at me last night, like you wanted to ask me on a date or something, I mean, forgive me if I’m wrong but you looked like you wanted to marry me and Jesus, I’m rambling, and you should seriously have stopped me a really long time ago but I’m sorry, Blaine, I really don’t want or need a boyfriend to deal with right now and you’re a great guy…you’re sort of perfect, actually, which is just making this harder because I feel like I’m hurting your feelings and given that you’re the cutest guy ever, you probably have killer puppy dog eyes and I’m such a sucker for puppies and I really need to stop talking, oh my god.”

Blaine just stands there with his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. Wow, can Kurt babble. Blaine realizes he should probably shut his jaw and say something, because Kurt looks like he’s debating making a run for it, his eyes shifty and his cheeks burning, and Blaine really needs to tell him just how incorrect he is about…pretty much everything.

“Wow, um….okay. Kurt…okay. Um…before you escape and try to never talk to me again, can I just…can I say some stuff? Just…I need to clear something—well, a lot of things, actually—up. Because…wow, just…okay, first of all, I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression.”

He waits for Kurt’s green light, and at the slight nod and almost smile, he continues.

“I actually wasn’t planning on asking you on a date, at least, not seriously…sure, I’d thought about it, but I wasn’t going to push you to do anything you didn’t want to. And…I didn’t mean to look at you like that. I’ve been told before that my bedroom eyes get a little too…intensely dreamy, sometimes. Let’s just say that you’re not the first guy to misinterpret it…but that’s a story for another time. And I know that it’s probably totally wrong for us to do…anything together, but god, Kurt, I honestly don’t think I could stay away from you if I wanted to.”

He sees Kurt start to relax, at least a tiny bit, and decides to ask what he’s wanted to ask since they parted ways the day before.

“Yesterday was unbelievable, and I’m not ready to give that up. What I was going to propose…well, we’d still have to keep it a secret. But I was going to ask if, perhaps, you’d like to just…keep our relationship sexual. I’ll be honest, until you came along, it had been…a very long time since I’d gotten laid. And I don’t know about you, but I definitely won’t be complaining if I have a consistent source of sexual relief. Obviously you don’t have to say yes, I just thought, after how great we were together yesterday, that maybe you’d…but maybe not, since you seem a little…uncomfortable with the whole thing. Which I’m sorry about, by the way. It was never my intention to make you feel weird about me. And now I’ve gone on too long, and I’m just going to shut up now, and…yeah. Okay.”

They stand there, just looking at each other, for at least two ridiculously long minutes. Blaine can feel his palms sweating, and all he wants to do is move around the desk and kiss Kurt hard and then bring him back to his place and get naked. He can see the gears turning behind Kurt’s eyes, can practically taste his apprehension. He’s just starting to feel seriously uncomfortable under Kurt’s careful scrutiny when the taller man finally speaks up.

“You swear it’ll just be about sex? I can’t have you going off and falling in love with me, Mr. Anderson.” Blaine would be worried at this if it weren’t for the playful glint that has appeared in Kurt’s eyes and the way he purred his name.

“Trust me, Mr. Hummel, the only think I’ll be falling in love with is your dick.”

And suddenly, the tension is broken, and they’re both practically falling over with laughter, because wow was that a terrible line, and Blaine looks over at the beautiful man before him, and thinks to himself, maybe this’ll work out just fine.