At precisely 5.45am Kurt’s alarm sounded, going off fifteen minutes earlier than usual. After showering and changing into three different outfits, he finally decided on a plain, yet fitted dark purple shirt, his signature extra-tight black skinny jeans and black boots. Kurt, you’re going to school, not a date. He mentally told himself this repeatedly.

He was finally ready by 7.30am, Finn wasn’t up yet, luckily, and Burt was already at the garage. On the counter beside his keys a note had been scrawled down on the back of an envelope.

Kurt,

Carole and I are going out tonight, date night if you remember; Finn is going to be out at Rachel’s but will be back around 11.

There's some money in the envelope. Go shopping with Mercedes or buy take out or whatever you want to eat.

Have a good day.

Dad.

Kurt took the envelope, grabbed his keys and headed out the door, all with seven minutes to spare.

On the other side of town Blaine was in his apartment, in the middle of a fashion dilemma. Bowtie or skinny tie? Purple or cream sweater?  He was increasingly aware time was running short and he needed to be out the door in – well eight minutes ago. After hastily deciding on the cream cashmere sweater Blaine ran out the door, looking slightly dishevelled, his day hadn’t even begun.

Kurt arrived to the class on time; he noticed that the children were all waiting outside the classroom, knocking on the door impatiently.

‘Hey, Lacy is everything alright, where’s Bla-Mr Anderson?’ Kurt asked the little girl, who today was carrying a Little Mermaid bag.

‘I don’t know Mr Kurt, he’s not in his room and we can’t find him.’ Lacy replied. The rest of the class had gathered around Kurt all with concerned expressions on their faces.

‘How about you all wait here and I’ll run and grab a spare key then let you in, I’m sure Mr Anderson won’t be long, don’t worry.’ Although Kurt didn’t show it he was slightly worried as to where Blaine was, considering yesterday he seemed pretty upset and tired.

Kurt sprinted to the reception and asked for a spare key, explaining the situation. He returned quickly and let the children in. It then struck him, what am I supposed to do? I have no idea how to teach. Hurry up Blaine! The class were sitting down at their tables, staring attentively at Kurt. Kurt on the other hand was silently panicking, no idea what he was meant to do.  The sound of someone coughing drew him out of his daze.

‘Excuse me Mr Kurt, what are we going to do? Mr Anderson makes us do maths now, but we really don’t want to do it. What do you like doing?’ A boy at the front of the class asked.

‘Oh, I’m not going to make you do maths, I don’t like it either! But that’s a secret! I like singing and art, does anyone else like to sing or draw?’ Kurt noticed a few faces in the room light up at the word draw.

‘Mr Anderson hasn’t let us draw in ages, he’s always too sad so we don’t have any fun. Please can we draw Mr Kurt, please?’ A voice piped up from the back of the room; unsurprisingly it came from none other than Lacy.              

 How does she know so much about Blaine? Kurt thought.

‘Sure, I have no problem with that. How about you draw what you would like to be when you’re older? It can be whatever you want. I’ll just grab everything you need.’ Kurt left the class talking amongst themselves, returning a minute later, hands full of paper, pens and everything else needed to create a fabulous masterpiece.

‘Okay class, come up and get whatever you need, I guess I’ll sit at Mr Andersons desk, if you need any help, don’t be afraid to ask, I won’t bite.’ The class rushed to where the art equipment was before sitting back down and starting on their drawings.

Kurt was surprised how quiet the class were, he checked his watch to realize that Blaine was fifteen minutes late.

Blaine was in fact trapped in a queue of traffic not far from the school. If only I had Kurt’s number.

Kurt couldn’t handle the silence so decided to quietly play his IPod, ‘Love on Top’ happened to be the first song that came onto shuffle.

‘Mr Anderson loves that song, he always used to sing it, and he calls it his happy song. So I think that means he only sings it when he’s happy. So are you happy Mr Kurt?’ Kurt looked up, expecting Lacy to be the source of such a statement; instead it came from another girl sitting towards the door. She appeared to be drawing what looked like a Vet – well there was a puppy and kitten involved.

‘Erm – I guess I’m happy. I just really like the song.’ Kurt replied.

Happy song? Does that mean he was happy yesterday?

Kurt noticed that there was a small boy in the back corner of the class who was shyly putting his hand up. He made his way over to the boy, gasping when he saw what the boy had drawn. He crouched down next to the table to get down to the boys level.

‘That’s a very pretty drawing, what is it of? I’m Kurt by the way; I don’t recognise you from yesterday. I’m your class helper for a while.’ Kurt was still in disbelief at the nameless boys drawing.

A girl sitting at the table in front of Kurt turned around.

‘He doesn’t speak, only to Mr Anderson. He’s really weird.’ The girl turned back around and started to sprinkle some pink glitter onto her work.

Kurt turned his attention back to the boy who was sitting staring at him.

‘M-m-y names L-Luke, I was ill yesterday. Where’s Mr Anderson?’ The boy whispered to Kurt.

‘He’ll be here soon - I hope - now what was you drawing? It was very good.’ Kurt subtly looked at his watch, twenty five minutes late.

‘I-t’s me; I’m a prince and the boy next to me he’s my prince and we live in castle and bake cakes and sing and dance.’ Kurt was trying to hold back tears and keep smiling as the boy told him about his future. It’s not going to be a perfect fairy-tale Luke, but there’s no harm in dreaming.  Luke probably didn’t even know what he was talking about, but he seemed so determined. Kurt could see himself in this boy; he just hoped that he wouldn’t have such a tough time as he had.

Kurt was unaware that Blaine had silently entered the classroom and was quietly sitting at his desk in awe of Kurt talking to Luke. He doesn’t speak to anyone, well apart from me. Suddenly Lacy announced to the whole class -

‘MR ANDERSONS HERE! HE’S ALIVE! YOU WERE RIGHT MR KURT, LOOK! Lacy seemed very pleased with herself. Is she smirking at me! Kurt thought. He turned around to see Blaine sitting at his desk, huge grin on his face.

‘Thank You Lacy. Yes I’m fine, terrible traffic. How about you all get your coats and go outside for an early break.’ Blaine looked over to Kurt who was still kneeling on the floor beside Luke.

The class ran to the coat rack and were soon out of the class, leaving just Kurt, who was now sitting on the floor and Blaine was over by the door. He proceeded to close it.

‘Kurt can you come over here for a second, I want to talk to you.’ Blaine blushed slightly as he watched Kurt stand up. That shirt and jeans, they’re, so tight!  Blaine turned away and slowly walked over towards his desk. He was unaware that Kurt was following close behind. He stopped suddenly, turning round causing Kurt to walk straight into him.

‘Oh, I’m sorry! Should watch where I’m going next time.’ Kurt ducked his head, hoping to hide the sudden flush to his cheeks. He wasn’t expecting Blaine to pull him into a tight hug, his hands round his waist. After a few moments they broke apart, leaving Kurt even more confused than he already was.

‘I’m sorry Kurt, I shouldn’t have done that, but I guess it was my way of thanks for looking after the class this morning.’ He looked at Kurt who was just staring at him with a blank expression.

‘Kurt, Kurt, you alright?!’ Blaine waved a hand in front of Kurt’s face.

‘What, oh yeah…’ Omg his sweater is so soft, I could touch it all day. ‘It was fine we...’  Kurt stopped talking and realized that Blaine was in a fit of giggles in front of him.

‘Er – is something funny? Is there something on my face?’ Kurt suddenly became self -conscious and started feeling his face and shirt for anything. A hand reached out and stopped him; he looked at Blaine who had calmed down.

‘So, you like my sweater?’ Blaine joked, causing Kurt to go wide eyed and look anywhere but at Blaine.

‘Hey, look at me Kurt.’ Kurt slowly turned to look at Blaine.

‘It’s cute, your little slip-ups. But if you would rather pretend I didn’t hear anything then that’s fine with me.’ You did not just say that out loud, you called him cute. Great now he’s gonna think your some kind of creep.

‘Thanks, I guess. Anyway, I hope you don’t mind me letting the kids draw, they said you hadn’t done it in ages.’ Kurt was oblivious as to how what he had just said could have been taken.

I know what else I haven’t done in ages. Blaine thought.

’No, no it’s fine. Just curious, what did you get them to draw? I never really know - art isn’t really my thing.’ Blaine asked.

‘I got them to draw what they want to be when they’re older, like their ambitions.’ Kurt replied, hoping that Blaine wasn’t going to be angry with him.

‘Ooh that’s really good, I expect most of them drew princesses, fire-fighters or nurses and I expect Indie drew a Vet.’ Kurt loved how Blaine knew his class and each child’s personality.

‘Yeah pretty much, although one person took me by surprise, Luke, the shy one. His drawing was amazing Blaine.’ Kurt walked over to the table where Luke had been sitting and handed Blaine his artwork.

‘Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. I’ll talk to him later – he’s been having problems fitting in, he talks to me but nobody else really, well apart from you apparently.’ Blaine smiled at Kurt and sat down at his desk. There was silence for a few minute as Blaine studied the drawing, Kurt stood, gazing at Blaine.

‘Are you gay?’ Kurt blurted out before swiftly covering his mouth with his hand, after realizing what he had said. Think before you speak Hummel, THINK.

‘Can’t you tell? I thought it was pretty obvious?’ Isn’t it?  

‘I’m not one to judge, I don’t like to assume things.’ Kurt replied.

‘Oh right, well now that’s cleared how about we both go outside, I’m on break duty today.’ Blaine began to walk towards the door before turning around to face Kurt who hadn’t moved from his previous position against the table.

‘Are you okay? I don’t want this to become awkward, I really like you Kurt…and so do the class you’re amazing with them.’  Blaine didn’t want to ruin what he had with Kurt, sure they had only just met and yes Kurt was a student but that doesn’t matter, your allowed to care for someone, aren’t you?

Kurt didn’t say anything, just brushed past Blaine out the door and towards the playground.

He stood outside, grateful for the cool breeze, watching the children play. I wish my childhood was like that, care free. Kurt thought. His childhood had been eventful to say the least, what with his mother dying and then when the bullying started. In a sense it made him grow up too quickly, missing out on the fun that other children were having. He was brought out of his thoughts when the sound of a whistle being blown came from behind.  He spun around to see Blaine standing in the doorway, whistle between his lips.  I know where else he can put his lips... Oh god…just stop.

Blaine on the other hand had once again found himself staring at Kurt.  He managed to blow the whistle signalling that break was over. I know what else I’d like to bl... Blaine, stop, you can’t. He noticed that Kurt was staring at him too.

I want him.