The man's main reason for coming back to Ohio to teach instead of New York was to help the students. As a high school student he was taunted and bullied every day and Kurt wanted to make sure that no other kid has to go through what he did. Being in the hallways of a school as an authority figure, Kurt could stop locker shoving, name calling, and even the occasional slushy. Especially in a place like Ohio, where ignorance reigns free and wild. But Dalton had a 0 tolerance bullying rule, so it shouldn't be much of an issue for the students.

As Kurt twisted his way through the halls of Dalton, he watched the students around him. They were all clad in matching uniforms consisting of grey slacks and navy blazers. The boys were interacting playfully with each other and there was no one that the teacher could see without a smile on their face. It warmed Kurt's heart and he could tell how enjoyable the environment is at the private school compared to his own high school experience at McKinley.

There was a daunting spiral staircase next to where Kurt stopped to consult his map. Looking around he couldn't find anything that could help him locate his class room. Glancing up Kurt watched as a teacher much like himself came rushing down the stairs.

Kurt reached a hand out to the man’s arm and stopped him. "Excuse me, I'm new here and I'm a little lost."

The man stopped and looked at Kurt his breath catching. Kurt was staring into the most gorgeous amber eyes he had ever seen and taking one look at the owner, Kurt practically swooned. The amber eyes raked themselves over Kurt and Kurt did the same. The man had curly dark hair that was tamed back, with too much gel in Kurt's opinion, and he had a chiseled face that made him look like a Greek god. The man was simply striking.

A smile grew on the mystery man's face and he held his hand out for Kurt to take. "My name’s Blaine Anderson. The school is a little complicated to navigate at first, I got lost quite a few times myself. Allow me to show you around...?"

Kurt's heart skipped a best when he heard Blaine speak, and he stuttered over his words. "M-my names-s K-k-Kurt." He coughed, getting his mind back on track. "Kurt Hummel. I'm the new music teacher."

"Hello there Kurt Hummel. Shall I show you the way to your classroom? I know a shortcut."

"Sure." Kurt answered with a smile.

"Come on." Blaine took a hold of Kurt's hand and pulled him through the mass of students. A blush arose on Kurt's face and he carried on, and it wasn't from rushed pace they were traveling. The pair stopped in front of a locked door at the end of a long corridor and Blaine looked up at Kurt expectantly with his head tilted to the side, asking a silent question as to say 'Key?’

"Oh, right." Kurt let out a small giggle and took his newly acquired set of keys from his satchel. Slipping the right key into the lock and opening the door, Kurt made a once over of his classroom. It was bigger than he expected, with a large open space that held a baby grand piano and desks in a circle on the outside walls of the room. There was a blackboard and a whiteboard on the far side of the music room with Kurt's desk sitting in front of them.

"Wow. I didn't expect the room to be like this."

"I actually didn't either the first time I saw this room. Beats my little, dusty room down in the English wing." Blaine replied, moving into the room and taking a seat on top of Kurt's empty desk.

Kurt walked across the room and sat gingerly down into the chair that went along with his desk and leaned his elbows onto the table. "So, Mr. Anderson, how long have you been teaching?"

"Call me Blaine. Please.” Blaine smiled and Kurt nodded his head in acknowledgement. “This is my second year. I started here at Dalton last year. I'm actually an alumni. I came for my last three years of high school to Dalton. It’s always been my home away from home. How about you?"

"Well this is my first year actually. And my first day if you haven’t already guessed. I'm a little worried." Kurt admitted with a shy smile. "I just don't want to disappoint anyone. It’s probably one of my biggest fears. But, I sadly did not attend an all-boys private school as a teen, so I have to get used to this kind of environment. I went to McKinley High in Lima. Do you know it?"

A spark lit up in Blaine's eyes. "Oh yeah! We competed against their glee club, the New Directions?"

"No way! I was a member of New Directions! You were in the Warblers?"

“I was their lead singer all three years I came here! I loved those days.” Blaine’s smile faded a little bit, but he quickly returned back to his grinning self. “If I remember correctly, we tied once and all the other times you guys kicked our asses.”

“Well yeah of course. We did win nationals in my senior year after all.” Kurt allowed a teasing tone to take over and hoped he wasn’t being too forward with his new co-worker. Blaine just flashed him a smile and hummed in agreement.

“Since you’re bragging so much about being a national award winning show choir member, how about you give me a little demonstration?”

Kurt just smirked. “Gladly, if the Warbler’s ex-lead will join me.”

“You’re lucky I have an empty first period and that you’re cute.” Kurt blushed at Blaine’s offhand comment and proceeded to take out the sheet music he had brought along with him for his classes. Glancing through them, he found the perfect song that would work well for their voices and one that could be turned into a flirty duet to test just exactly where Blaine’s boundaries lie. “Aha, here we go. I bet money that you know this song, so just listen.”

Kurt stood up from his spot and perched himself on the piano bench before starting off the melody. Upon hearing it, Blaine’s interest peaked and he laughed when he recognized the song right away. Kurt’s voice rang out on the opening lyrics.

Live in my house,
I'll be your shelter,
Just pay me back
With one thousand kisses
Be my lover
and I'll cover you

Open your door,
I'll be your tenant
Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet
But sweet kisses I've got to spare
I'll be there and I'll cover you

Blaine joined in the song and Kurt found himself a little surprised at the other teacher’s voice. It was strong and sweet and Kurt could see how Blaine could have been the Warbler’s lead singer. Blaine came up next to Kurt and took his hand, putting a stop to the accompaniment, but continuing on all the same.

I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are my love, on life
Be my life

Just slip me on,
I'll be your blanket
Wherever, whatever, I'll be your coat

Kurt took over the lead once more for a line before handing it off to Blaine. The pair was shamelessly dancing in the open space of the classroom, with only their voices as guides and continued to shoot each other flirty looks from their places.

You'll be my King, and I'll be your castle

No, you'll be my Queen, and I'll be your moat

Kurt stopped dancing in front of Blaine and pulled his hands into his own, staring into the honey coloured eyes as they harmonized together.

I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are my love, on life
All my life

I've longed to discover
Something as true as this is

Kurt fought to pull his eyes away from Blaine’s as he paused his singing, allowing Blaine to carry on and overlapping with his respected lines. The blue eyed man tried to suppress a blush from coming up on his cheeks and turned his head away to hide if from the very attractive man singing a love song to him. If only Blaine could know what was going on in Kurt’s head as they moved around the room. And if only Kurt could find out if Blaine was even gay for God’s sake. If he had confirmation, he wouldn’t be as hesitant as he was.

So with a thousand sweet kisses,I'll cover you
With a thousand sweet kisses,I'll cover you,
When you're worn out and
tired,When your heart has expired

If you're cold and you're lonely
You've got one nickel only
With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you,
With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you

Blaine drew Kurt towards him and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s middle holding him in place. Kurt felt his own arms wrapping around Blaine’s neck and almost sighed in content.

Oh, lover,
I'll cover you,
Yeah,
Oh, lover,
I'll cover you...

Both men laughed as their last notes rang out in the empty room. Neither one of them making a move to get out of the others grasp, both of them happy with where they were. Inches separated them, and Kurt knew in his mind for some reason that he never wanted to leave Blaine’s arms. The thought both scared him and enthralled him at the same time.

Kurt had always dreamed of finding the one person in the world that would be his best friend and his lover. He had never given up hope that one day he might find that one other man who could love him and let Kurt love him in return. He never gave up hope that there was someone else out there in the world that was waiting for someone like him. That hope was what got Kurt through every bad day in high school and through university in New York when he felt alone in the world. Being in Blaine’s arms at that moment left flashes across his mind of endless date nights, waking up in the morning to the soft locks of curly hair, passionate kisses and moments stolen in the day.

A voice broke him out of his fantasies and Kurt looked up to see Blaine staring down at him with a soft smile and a curious look. “Sorry, zoned out for a minute there.” Kurt said returning Blaine’s smile.

“Penny for your thoughts Mr. Hummel?”

“Oh, it was nothing. Nothing at all.” Kurt tried to hide the obvious blush, but one look at Blaine’s face told him he didn’t manage to do so. “Well maybe I do have one little question.”

“Shoot, I’ll answer anything you ask.” Blaine’s smile never faltered once which gave Kurt the courage to ask him what had been burning in his head since he met Blaine 10 minutes ago.

“Are you gay Blaine?”

Blaine locked his eyes onto Kurt’s and Kurt had to try hard not to look away from the passion and desire that he saw swimming in the other man’s eyes. “Yeah I’m gay. And not to be rude or presumptuous, but I’m guessing you are also.”

Kurt just nodded in response, not having enough air at the moment to respond intelligently. Blaine kept going on with his sentence and Kurt caught only the end, after relieving himself from the shock. “… so will you go out with me tonight?”

“Wait, what?” Kurt asked with surprise evident in his voice.

“I was saying that I think you are very attractive and if you will let me, I’d be honored to take you out to dinner with me tonight.”

Kurt let the offer sink in as he mulled over his answer. Blaine already seemed to be so perfect to Kurt and he didn’t want to stop any interaction he could possibly have. Nor did he want to mess anything up. But courage took over and Kurt went with his gut answering the question.

“Blaine Anderson, English teacher extraordinaire, or so I’m guessing.” Kurt sent Blaine a wink. “I would love to accompany you out tonight.”