Day 4

All too fast the first week was nearly over. As Kurt parked his car on Thursday he thought back to what had happened the day before.

After eating lunch with Blaine they had both talked for the duration of lunch on the carpet about everything and anything. They discovered they both shared a passion for cooking; more specifically cakes and both loved performing. Kurt had also confided in Blaine about his situation at school and Blaine had given him his number, for if he ever needed someone to talk to. That evening Kurt had sat on his bed pondering over whether or not to text Blaine, he had typed at least twenty different messages but never had the courage to send one. He’s a teacher, you can’t.

As Kurt made his way into the school and was met by a sea of Princesses, Doctors and Superheroes.

What is going on? He thought, confused.

As he made his way to Blaine’s class he noticed posters around saying ‘Be yourself – Ambition Day’. The classroom had been transformed into some sort of fairy-tale castle, but Blaine was nowhere to be found. Kurt went and sat down at a desk waiting for Blaine. He arrived five minutes later, dressed as a Pirate, carrying a guitar.

‘Oh, Kurt, you’re already here.’ Blaine said blushing slightly, nearly tripping over a chair which had been left randomly in the middle of the floor, accident written all over it.

‘Yeah, I got here slightly early today, what’s going on? I feel underdressed.’ Kurt asked, watching as Blaine muttered something under his breath before moving the chair out of harm’s way. Blaine’s head suddenly shot up, eyebrows raised to his hairline.

‘What did you just say?’ Blaine practically squeaked, staring at Kurt.

Did he just say he feels the need to undress?!

‘Earth to Blaine, hello?! I said what’s going on? I feel underdressed, like I should have made more of an effort.’ Kurt was in fact wearing one of his most recent purchases, a tight fitting, long sleeved grey shirt with a white collar and cuffs, rolled up to his elbows, along with a darker grey waist coat and his black jeans. He’d decided to opt for no tie, instead leaving the top two buttons undone.

‘Oh, right. Well it’s uh- ambition day. It happens every year; it allows the children to get creative and dress up and it’s an excuse for the teachers to release their inner child.’ Blaine replied, his eyes discretely raking over Kurt’s body.

‘Now it makes more sense. I bet you love this, you would come dressed up like this every day if you could, don’t deny it!’ Kurt joked, eyeing Blaine’s outfit.

He makes a cute Pirate.

‘Maybe I would. There’s nothing wrong with letting go once in a while right?’ Blaine asked, whilst carefully setting down his guitar then taking a seat on the table where Kurt was sitting down.

‘No I guess you’re right there. Hey, guess what?’ Kurt asked looking up at Blaine.

‘What?’ Blaine answered excitedly, grinning.

‘For once in your life you are currently taller than me.’ Kurt smirked, waiting for Blaine’s reaction.

‘Take that back Mr Hummel, I maybe a little bit vertically challenged but I bet I’m smarter than you and have more bowties than you do.’ Blaine gasped mockingly, crossing his arms dramatically.

‘Oh really? More than me, I see this as a challenge Mr Anderson.’ Kurt stood up from the chair, standing directly in front of Blaine.

‘More than me, I doubt that I’m the king of bowties.’ Blaine scoffed, hopping off the table, standing on the opposite side of the table to Kurt.

They both stood staring at each other, not wanting to be the first one to break the eye contact. Kurt’s heart was beating so fast he was surprised Blaine hadn’t noticed.

‘Hey, uh - Blaine?’ Kurt asked suddenly, causing Blaine to frown slightly.

What just happened?

‘What’s up?’ Blaine replied, trying to sound as normal as possible. God he’s beautiful.

‘You do realize that your class is waiting outside for you, they’ve been standing out there for like ten minutes.’ Kurt said blushing faintly, watching Blaine’s gaze.

‘They – what? Oh god, I’m a terrible teacher.’ Blaine muttered walking over to the door, quickly unlocking it letting in a class of confused children who were dying to ask questions.

‘Why was the door locked Mr Anderson? And why was it locked with Mr Kurt in here? Were you two kissing or hugging, because my mum said that’s what adults do.’ A boy asked dressed as Peter Pan.

‘No they weren’t because I heard only a boy and a girl can do that.’ The girl next to him snapped, hitting the boy on the arm.

By this point both Kurt and Blaine were blushing, looking at each other for help.

‘Okay guys, just sit down.’ Blaine instructed, walking over to sit on his desk, feet not quite touching the floor, Kurt following standing next to him.

‘Right, me and Kurt were not kissing or whatever, just talking about what was happening today as he was confused, weren’t you Mr Kurt?’ Blaine looked across to Kurt who was staring back at him.

‘Exactly, just because we were in here alone doesn’t mean anything was going on.’ Kurt turned back to Blaine for reassurance.

‘Yeah, I mean we could have been but we weren’t. So class, now that’s cleared up I want to know who you’ve come dressed as and why.’ Blaine tried changing the subject as he sensed Kurt was uncomfortable.

‘Excuse me, can I say something?’ Somebody asked. Both Kurt and Blaine looked around trying to decipher who had spoken.

Luke?!  Both men turned to look at each other at the same time, identical expressions on their faces. 

‘Kurt, do you like Mr Anderson? Like how a girl and a boy can like each other? Because you look at him the same way my sister does to her boyfriend, she loves him you know.’ Luke’s sudden forwardness shocked both Kurt and Blaine.

‘Uh, no, we’re just friends Luke, aren’t we Bla-Mr Anderson?’ Kurt faced Blaine who was looking slightly worried.

‘Yeah of course we are, it doesn’t matter to you lot anyway. I’m your teacher; he’s the class assistant that’s all you need to know.’

Kurt s heart sank as the realization set in. Because that’s all they were, Blaine was the teacher, Kurt was his assistant. They could just be friends, nothing more. No matter how bad he wanted it.

‘Kurt? Kurt? Everything okay?’ Blaine was standing in front of him, looking fraught.

‘I just need a minute.’ Kurt mumbled, literally sprinting out the class, for the second time that week.

Blaine stood on the spot, feeling helpless. He tried to continue talking to the class, but even they could tell something was wrong.                                                                                             

Kurt returned ten minutes later much to the relief of Blaine and from the quiet cheers from the class, they were obviously pleased too.

‘I’m sorry, I just had to use the bathroom, but I’m back now, what did I miss?’ Kurt asked, shooting Blaine an apologetic look.

‘We were just asking Mr Anderson what songs he’s going to play us today, last year he dressed up as Prince Eric and sung us all the songs from the Little Mermaid.’ Lacy explained excitedly sitting at the front.

‘Is that so? Prince Eric? You do actually kind of look like him though. I can see the resemblance.’ Kurt smiled imagining what Blaine must have looked like.

‘Oh and in case you were wondering I’m not just a witch. I’m Elphaba, you know the wicked witch, from Wicked. But my mum told me I’m not allowed to make myself green because it’s bad for my face.’ Lacy exclaimed.

She really is a mini Rachel. Kurt laughed, drawing all attention to him.

‘What’s so funny Mr Kurt? Did I do something?’ Lacy asked, seeming slightly offended.

‘No, of course you didn’t, you just remind me of someone. How about we let Mr Anderson get back to his lesson?’ Blaine gave Kurt an appreciative nod and continued talking to the class.

It took up until break to finish going through the class letting each of them explain who they are.

‘Mr Anderson, who is Kurt, dressed up as? I can’t tell.’ A girl in a Belle costume asked.

‘Oh, well he is a Prince, but he doesn’t have a crown, because to be a Prince doesn’t mean that you need a crown. You just have to be special and amazing and talented, which he is.’ Blaine rambled on, looking over at Kurt who was blushing.

‘Y-yeah what Mr Anderson said.’ Kurt managed to stutter out, face still bright red.

He thinks I’m special, amazing and talented?

The next thing Kurt knew the class were filing out to go outside for break, leaving him alone with Blaine in the class.

‘Kurt, I just have to go outside, uh- break duty or something. I’ll see you after.’ Blaine awkwardly shuffled out the room.                                                                                               

Kurt sat on the table, confused. He decided to text Mercedes and Rachel, he couldn’t ignore his friends.

Rachel

Rachel, Omg! There’s the cutest girl here, she’s literally a mini you, I mean she’s even dressed up as Elphaba! You best be singing your heart out, and no, you can’t persuade me to join you next week. I really like it here.

Xx

Mercedes

Help me! Blaine called me special and talented and amazing. What do I do? I know I’m probably over thinking things, but what if he really means it? What if he does like me? I know you probably think I’m going crazy but I can’t help it, I really do like him.

Xx

Kurt set his phone down on the table and waited for them to reply, in the meantime he wandered aimlessly around the class, going over to Blaine’s desk. Ever since he was a child he’d always wanted to know what was in the top draw of a teacher’s desk. Carefully he pulled open the draw, only to be disappointed by what he found. Huh? So all he has in here is his phone, countless pens, a mirror, wallet and wait – it can’t be. Why would he put them in there? It’s not his bedside table. What if a student opened the draw?                                                                                                     

‘What are you doing Kurt?’ A voice sounded from the doorway. Kurt span around in panic, trapping his hand in the draw as he was closing it. Blaine was standing in the door with an amused expression on his face as Kurt withdrew his hand from the draw, extremely embarrassed.

‘I...was…uh – just looking. I’ve always wanted to know what teachers put in their top draw; I always thought it was private stuff or bad notes about students, but apparently not, well not exactly. Sorry for looking.’ Kurt made his way back over to where his phone was.

‘Oh, it’s fine, I really don’t mind, I like to think I’m a pretty open guy. Nothing bad right? In the draw I mean.’ Blaine closed the door and headed over to his desk opening his draw. He looked up noticing that Kurt was being rather quiet.

‘Oh…um. Yeah about that, they’re just, in case of an emergency.’ Blaine blushed, watching Kurt’s face as he thought.

‘So you’re telling me, that you’ve had sex, in your classroom?’ Kurt replied surprised at how bold he was, when really he was cringing inside.

‘N-no. Well I haven’t I just. Oh god this is awkward. I promise I’m not some creep, when I had a boyfriend, sometimes, I would go straight over to his place, after here and I just kept them here to take with me, I don’t really need them anymore, thanks for reminding me, I don’t want you to think the wrong thing.’ Blaine was panicking inside.  What if he hates me? Please don’t hate me. He thought to himself.

‘Blaine, I don’t hate you, I see I’m not the only one who thinks aloud. I was just surprised that’s all. It’s your draw you keep what you want in it.’ He looked over at Blaine who looked like he was about cry; Kurt quickly made his way over to where he was standing, hunched over his desk. He lightly put his hand over Blaine’s shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him.

‘Kurt, what happened earlier, when you left? Did I say something to hurt you? Because if I did it’s the last thing I want to do, I didn’t mean to I swear.’ Blaine turned around to face Kurt, a stray tear running down his cheek; Kurt caught it on the tip of his finger. Blaine shuddered slightly at the feel of Kurt touching his cheek.                                                                                                       

‘Hey, don’t cry, we can’t have a crying pirate can we? You’re meant to be tough. You didn’t do anything, I was just being pathetic. I think it’s because you were talking about being my friend and the whole kissing, liking you situation. It struck a nerve with me, I don’t know why. I know I’ve only known you a week, but I consider you a friend and maybe because you’re the only other gay guy I know has something to do with it, I’m just afraid that when my time here is over you won’t remember me or even like me. It just got a too much for me to handle earlier and I’m sorry Blaine.’ Kurt finished his speech, not wanting to look up at Blaine.

‘Kurt just look at me.’ He reluctantly looked up to find Blaine smiling, wiping his cheeks.

‘Why would you think that I would forget you? I do really like you Kurt and I consider you a friend, I meant what I said earlier, you’re special and amazing and talented, don’t forget that. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable earlier and maybe I should have dealt with it better, but I didn’t know what to do, I’ve never been in that situation before and they’re only kids, they don’t know what they are talking about. I’m going to hug you now, if that’s okay.’ Blaine smiled shyly, trying to work out what Kurt was thinking.

All Kurt could do was nod weakly before he felt a pair of safe, warm arms wrapping around him, making him relax instantly. His instinct was to wrap his arms back around Blaine’s shoulders. They stood holding each other tightly for a few minutes, neither wanting to let go. Eventually Blaine was the first to pull back, still holding Kurt close to him, not wanting to lose full contact.

‘Kurt, when I left, earlier, for break duty, I lied. I went into the bathroom, just talking to myself and trying to convince myself that I didn’t… well, like you. But I do Kurt and I know it’s wrong and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t matter, you’ll still be my friend right?’ Now it was Blaine’s turn to avoid looking at Kurt.

‘Of course I am I thought we already established that? I know nothing can happen between us, but at least it’s out in the open now, we both like each other right? In that way.’ Kurt said hopefully, hoping he hadn’t got the wrong message.

Blaine just nodded before pulling Kurt into another tight hug.

‘Just for the record, I think you’re amazing, talented and special too, more than me. At least people look up to you.’ Kurt admitted, pulling away from Blaine.

‘Stop it; people do look up to you. How about we discuss this over lunch later? I’ll make you believe how special you are.’ Blaine smiled widely in anticipation.

‘Fine, it’s a date.’ Kurt instantly regretted his choice of words.

‘Right a date. Well in that case I expect you on the carpet at 12pm sharp. I’ll be the handsome pirate eating, wait for it… heart shaped sandwiches.’ Blaine winked at Kurt, and then walked off leaving him standing, in shock.

All Kurt wanted to do was run around and squeal in joy at the top of his lungs, instead he just stood there not knowing what to do.

Blaine likes me? Oh my god. I would die a happy man right now. A lunch date this can’t be happening!

On the other side of the class Blaine was thinking similar thoughts, apart from the fact that he knew he could get into serious trouble if anything were to happen between him and Kurt.

It’s just lunch, nothing will happen. It can’t do.

But I want it too, I don’t care anymore, screw my job.