After lunch the afternoon lessons continued, Lacy kept looking at Blaine and then back to Kurt, a slight look of disappointment in her eyes. Kurt noticed this but tried to forget about it and help the other children. Blaine was just sitting at his desk, reading and would occasionally look up at the class making sure they were all working.

As the school day drew to a close the students began to finish up what they were doing and gradually gathered on the carpet in front of the whiteboard. Kurt sat on a chair at the back of the carpet and watched Blaine instruct the class on their homework. Even though he seemed exhausted whenever he spoke to the class there was a small sparkle in his eye, he obviously didn’t want them to see him upset as he was supposed to be someone for them to look up to. Kurt studied Mr Andersons face, the gel from earlier on in the day had literally vanished making his hair look even curlier. Is that even possible? His lips were slightly chapped; I can sort those lips out no problem. What? NO! You can’t think like Kurt. Kurt had to tear his gaze away; otherwise an awkward situation was likely to arise. Not what you want to happen on your first day.

A few minutes later the class began to depart, once again Lacy was the last to leave. Kurt was still sitting in the seat when he felt a tugging at his sleeve; Lacy was standing at his side, huge grin on her face.

‘Do you promise Mr Kurt, he looks really sad.’ Lacy pointed across to where Blaine was sitting, head in his hands.

‘I-I promise.’ Kurt whispered.

Why did I just say that?

Lacy then grabbed her bag and ran out of the class, waving at Kurt; he managed to weakly smile back before standing up and walking over to Blaine’s desk. Blaine lifted his head up; Kurt could see that his eyes were red. Has he been crying?!

‘So, Kurt, how was your first day?’ Blaine asked, rubbing his eyes.

‘It was really great, thanks for letting me take this opportunity, Mr – Blaine.’

Mr Blaine seriously Kurt! Keep your mouth shut!

Blaine blushed at Kurt’s mistake. He is adorable. No, he’s a student; you have your own problems. But, but, he’s cute. No!                                                                                                    

The mental conversation stopped as Kurt was giving him a confused look.

‘Huh, Mr Blaine. Anyway, it’s no problem Kurt; you’re free to go now. I have some papers to mark; I don’t really have anything for you to do.’ Blaine’s voice saddened, he didn’t want Kurt to go.

‘Oh, why can’t I mark papers with you? I mean I would like to, but I can go.’ Kurt turned away and stood up to leave but felt a hand grab his wrist. Startled he looked down at his wrist, not knowing what to do. He looked across to see Blaine literally lying across the table. Blaine promptly let go of Kurt and sat back up, looking extremely embarrassed.

‘You really want to help? It’s pretty boring; you can only go through so many papers correcting the word ‘googles’ to ‘goggles’. Blaine was cut off as he felt the table shaking; he looked up to see Kurt trying not to laugh, holding his sides.

For the first time in a while it genuinely brought a smile to his face.

‘O-okay, I’m in, hand me some papers.’ Kurt looked at Blaine who was practically beaming.          

Huh, he’s got a cute smile.

Blaine handed Kurt some papers and a pink pen before sitting back down at his desk. Kurt stood awkwardly not knowing where to sit, the other desks were meant for children, and he would look absolutely ridiculous sitting on them chairs. Blaine sensed what Kurt was thinking.

‘Oh right, seat. Here take mine, I usually sit on the carpet anyway but I thought you might think that was weird so I sat at my desk and I’m rambling, sorry.’ Blaine awkwardly stood up in front of Kurt and made his way over to one of the other tables. But Kurt had other ideas; he dropped his papers on the floor and sat down cross legged on the carpet.

‘I’m not sitting at the desk if you’re not, wait not like that. Awkward.’ Great one Hummel, so much for first impressions. He thought, feeling a blush begin to crawl up his neck.

Blaine walked over and dropped to his knees in front of Kurt, adjusting his position so he was practically lying on his stomach, then silently began to continue marking. Kurt had been watching him the whole time. How can anyone hurt him? He’s adorable!

After around half an hour Kurt looked up from yet another disastrous paper as he heard Blaine humming to himself. After sensing eyes on him Blaine abruptly stopped and looked up at Kurt apologetically.

‘Sorry, was I annoying you? Habit, I’ll stop.’ Great now he must think your some freak that lies on the floor and hums to himself, good move Anderson.

‘No its fine, I love Beyoncé, Love on Top is amazing!’ Kurt exclaimed.

He knows Beyoncé; maybe I can show him my Single Ladies dance.

‘Single Ladies dance? Your talent exceeds my expectations Kurt!’ Blaine smirked, seeing Kurt’s face turn a vibrant shade of red.

‘What OMG! Did I - I’m sorry that’s so embarrassing, I erm should go.’ Kurt had never felt so mortified.

‘No, please don’t its fine honestly, we’ve nearly finished anyway. As for the dance, I’m sure you’re amazing.’ Blaine then winked at Kurt. Oh god, did I just wink at him? Control yourself!

By this point Kurt was as red as could be, grateful for the current position he was sitting in, hoping Mr Anderson hadn’t noticed. Unfortunately for him he had. But Kurt didn’t know that.

There was an awkward silence for several minutes as both men finished up with the papers, not knowing what to do next. Luckily for them the silence was broken by Kurt’s phone blasting Defying Gravity into the otherwise silent room.

Do I answer it? I don’t want to seem rude?

‘Kurt, you don’t need to ask, just answer your phone. I’ll tidy up here then we’re done. By the way, I love that song.’ Blaine collected all the papers, piled them up on the table then collected his bag from the coatrack in the corner of the room. Kurt had stepped out of the room at this point and was in deep conversation with somebody.

‘I’ll be back soon; I’m with Mr Anderson, the teacher. No Mercedes I do not like him. Fine maybe a little bit, he’s cute okay. Goodbye, see you later.’ Kurt entered the classroom muttering to himself. He was unaware that Blaine had heard the entire conversation and was desperately trying not to run up to Kurt and kiss him senseless. You’re an adult Blaine, no need to act impulsively, you’ll scare him.

His thoughts were interrupted by Kurt.

‘Scare who?’ Kurt asked innocently.

‘Oh nobody, just talking to myself.’ I’m such an idiot. Blaine thought.

‘If you say so, is it alright if I leave now? I promised my friend I would meet her.’  Kurt asked as he put his coat on.

‘Yeah, sure you were a great help, thank you. See you tomorrow Kurt.’ Blaine held out his hand, Kurt shook it lightly; feeling sparks of electricity shoot down his spine.

Kurt turned to walk out the door, pausing before he left.

‘Have a good evening… Mr Blaine.’ Kurt smiled and walked down the corridor towards the exit.

‘You too, Mr Kurt.’ Blaine whispered before packing his own bag and locking his classroom door.

Why do things have to be so complicated?