'I am 21, turning 22 soon, Kurt is 17. His birthday was in October. 10 months to go.'

Blaine sighed. This long until Kurt is 18 and it will still be illegal because he's Kurt's damn teacher!

-

"Mr. Anderson?" Blaine looked up from his papers. Oh right, he was still in class.

"Yes?" He replied.

"I think the time is up," said the girl next to Kurt.

"What time?" Blaine asked confused. He still wasn't back into reality yet. The class laughed.

"The test? The time you set for us is over since  7 minutes ago."

"Oh, OH!"

"We are all finished." Confirmed the girl with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay. You are free to go now. Kurt? Collect the papers, please." The rest of the class took their bags and ran out of the classroom happy to leave earlier. Kurt instead, took his time to collect the test papers from the student desks and made his way in a comfortable pace over to Blaine who was back in his  world of thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" Asked Kurt. He placed the papers in front of Blaine and brought a chair over to sit opposite of Blaine for their after class chat.

"You," answered Blaine absent from reality. Kurt blushed but Blaine didn't noticed because he didn't even noticed his own words 5 seconds ago.

When Blaine came back to himself, any blush from Kurt's face was already vanished and they began their normal chat about the topics they discussed back in class.

"To be honest, I never thought that learning German could be this interesting and fun." Explained Kurt after Blaine asked how he liked it since it's his first year taking this class.

"Really?" Blaine looked hopeful. "I think, the whole class is new to the language and with the pace we go, I don't think there will be much any vocal training. Maybe next year we will do a debate in German, that would be great." Blaine sighed and padded his desk in a rythm with his fingers.

"Maybe we could try it now?" Proposed Kurt with a shrug. "You know, when I say I like something, I mean, I am obsessed with it-"

"-Like Taylor Lautner's body," threw Blaine in.

Kurt overheared that for now. "I mean, I really like it! I even tried to translate Music Of The Night to German. Sadly, I was disappointed when the German lyrics were totally different from the English ones when I looked them up but from the translations I found online, I wasn't that bad."

Blaine laughed, "Okay, I can see it. You like German." He patted his shoulder. "So let's give it a go. -Hallo!"(Hello)

Kurt smirked happily. "Guten Tag."(Hello)

"Wie geht es Ihnen?" Asked Blaine in formal German. (How are you?)

Kurt rested his chin on his hands and looked Blaine directly in the eyes. "Mir geht es..." It looked like Kurt was searching for a good word to use. "HERVORRAGEND!" He said, clapping his knee satisfied with himself. (I feel... EXCELLENT!) Blaine nodded his approval. And Kurt was back to thinking with Blaine watching him doing so. Kurt was so cute and adorable and gosh, his accent was so... so... Blaine didn't had a word for what it was, he only knew 'these feelings!!!!' "Und wie geht es Ihnen?" (And how are you?) Questioned Kurt when he came back to the conversation.

Blaine had an evil grin on his face before he answered, "Ach, wissen sie, ich mache mir Sorgen um die Europapolitik der letzten Jahre. Griechenland, Irland und Spanien sind am hungern und alle machen nur Witze darüber, dass jeder Deutsche zwei Griechen besitzt. Die Menschen verhungern und die es nicht verstehen, machen ihre Witze."(You know, I am worried about the politics in Europe of the last years. Greece, Ireland and Spain's population is hungry and everyone makes jokes about them like 'every German owns two Greeks'. The people starve and the people who don't understand that makes their jokes.)

Kurt blinked blank. "BLAINE! That's too complicated." He pouted, his bottom lip sticking out in an attractive way.

They continued their little oral lesson until Kurt had to go to his next class.

Kurt was almost out the door when he turned back around to face Blaine.

"Blaine?" -Called one hummed his acknowledge. -"What do you want for Christmas?"

Blaine raised his gelled head. "What I want?"

Kurt nodded. 'You! In my bed, or on the couch, the kitchen floor would be okay, too!!!' He thought without even blinking.

"I don't have any specific wishes, Kurt. Just give me a candy crane?" He suggested with a small laugh.

Kurt giggled, his mouth covered by his hand. "They throw candy cranes at you at every corner in this town. And I want to give you a real present, Blaine. Think!" Ordered Kurt his hands resting on his hips and the right foot tapping with impatience.

"Okayyy..." Blaine was deliberating his wishes.

"And?"

"Patience!" Told him the teacher. "Oh, that's good. I want a bow tie. A blue one if possible."

Kurt shook his head, "You mostly only wear red, grey or mustard-yellow clothes and you want a blue bowtie? Blue and red totally clash-"

"But blue goes with grey," he argued.

"And why a bowtie again, why not a tie or a broach for a change?"

Blaine didn't answer, he was just the bowtie type of guy, not the broach or tie type of guy.

"Okay," surrendered Kurt after an intense stare fight, "What kind of blue do you want?"

"Heaven."

"Heaven?" Kurt didn't believe in God and felt the walls building up just thinking about something religious related like heaven.

"Heaven like the sky!" Blaine showed his teeth in a bright smile at the thought.

Kurt laughed. "Blaine, the sky got so many colors. You have to be more specific."

Warning. What happened next was not planned by Blaine but he couldn't control himself at that moment, he just hoped after it, that Kurt didn't noticed that Blaine was actually, really flirting.

"Okay. Then your eyes. I want the color of your eyes, Kurt." Blaine didn't even notice at first that he wasn't sitting anymore but standing right in front of Kurt, his fingers carressing Kurt's cheek with soft strokes. Okay, so now was it obvious that he was flirting. You would never normally touch your friend like that.

Kurt nodded shortly and broke away from the touch, his eyes not leaving Blaine's until he turned finally around and stepped out into the hallway.

And he was gone. 'Shit. Control yourself better Anderson! You cannot just flirt with the object of your desires!'

-

Christmas came closer from day to day, between Kurt and Blaine was everything allright and none of them tried to show their tensions.

On the last day of school before holidays, "Can I come over after school?"

"Sure," answered Blaine. Kurt visited him while his lunchbreak and helped to clean the classroom because the janitor is doing  a shitty job in this school.

"Good. My family is leaving tomorrow really early."

"To which relatives?"

Kurt sighed heavy, "Carole's first and then we are up to my grandmother and hopefully she lets my grandfather in or we have to drive to him too."

"Why do people get a divorce when they are already over 80?" Laughed Blaine.

"What did she say, 'I don't want to die with that old scumbag by my side!'"

Blaine had to sit down, he laughed so much that he couldn't stand anymore. "Really?"

"Yes! And later she said, 'Kurt, give me the number of Orlando Bloom. I heared he is single again.' I only said, of course, whatever you want, granny."

Kurt eyed the clock. "Okay I have to now, see you later!"

"Okay, bye," Blaine waved goodbye and got back to cleaning the desks.

-

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" The doorbell rang and when Blaine opened the apartment door, he found Kurt in his arms, shouting his greetings and hugging him tight and comfortable. "I have to hurry, so let's do the presents exchange first."

"So soon? I thought you would stay like always." Blaine guided Kurt over to the couch in the living room.

"Can't. Dad wants me home early." He pouted.

"So, no movie or dinner together?"

Kurt shook his head. "We could watch the news together?" He suggested just for a joke.

Blaine let his head fall. "It's okay, let's just exchange presents."

"Okay. Who first?"

"I will give you your present first," Blaine rised from the couch and went to his bedroom and came back with a few packets. "This is for your grandmother."  He handed Kurt a poster roll.

Kurt unrolled the poster to find a hot picture of Orlando Bloom in his hands. He laughed, "She'll love it!" He rolled it back in it's form and put it on the floor for now. The next one was a nice broach ("It's so beautiful! THANK YOU!") and the last one was Dr Martens Boots with white topos, shipped from United Kingdom. "Are you crazy? Blaine, that's too much!"

"It's okay, Kurt. I don't have anyone else to give presents to this year. So, please, just accept  it?" He took Kurt's hand and his eyes were big and pleading.

"Okay," Kurt gave in. There was a short silence until Kurt grabbed for his passenger bag and took out his present for Blaine. "This is for you." He put a small box in Blaine's hand with an excited smile.

"That's too small for a bowtie," he observed.

"Just open it?" Kurt asked a bit nervous.

So Blaine did.  The much too little packet in his hand made his heart go crazy. What could it be? When he opened it, he found a small ring in it. The band was silver, on top was a black stone in the shape of a bow tie.

"It's a mood ring. You said, you wanted the sky but I couldn't decide on which color because the sky is always changing and then I found this shop where they costumize jewelry and I liked the idea of a ring changing like the sky. Oh gosh, Blaine just say you like it! Like now! Please!"

"Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"Did you know that the word for heaven and sky is the same in German? They just say 'Himmel' to both."

"I don't understand." Kurt looked confused.

"Thank You. I love it." Blaine bowed over and kissed Kurt's cheek.

They both blushed when Blaine moved back. "You are welcome?"