Blaine Anderson was having a good week: 4 detention slips, 2 "chats" with the principle, one crying teacher, and it was only Wednesday afternoon. But now it appeared that his unprecedented badass streak would be somewhat marred, as he was sat in the ONLY class he couldn't afford to flunk, not if he wanted to get out of this dump anytime soon. The teacher stood at the front, unpacking her things and eyeing the class warily, clearing her throat weakly in an attempt to silence the incessant chatter of her students. Blaine rolled his eyes, he pretty much hated all teachers on principal, but some of them where just so pathetic that he almost pitied them. After much throat-clearing and feeble attempts at glowering the unruly students into silence, the teacher finally got the attention she wanted. 

"Thank you class, Now, before we start, I should probably mention that we have a new student here today" the class perked up a little: fresh meat. "but it appears he's running a little -" She was interrupted as the door eased open a crack to reveal a pale profile partly concealed by brunette bangs.

"Is this Ms. Benchers class?" The voice was soft, high, a little out of breath, but undeniably masculine. It caught Blaine's attention.

"Uh, yes" The teacher's face broke into a welcoming smile "You must be.......?" She trailed off, the boy stepped out from behind the door and spoke again: "Kurt, Kurt Hummel"

Ms. Bencher welcomed him, indicating where he should sit. Kurt. Blaine watched the boy cross the room effortlessly on a pair of shapely, seemingly endless legs. He was dressed in stylish, immaculate clothes, and was that an Alexander Mcqueen label on his shirt? Get a load of those skinny jeans! Finally, something to look at around here.... Blaine smirked as Kurt pulled back the chair at the only available desk, right at the back, and right next to Blaine. Blaine angled his chair to get a better view. As Kurt unpacked his things, Blaine allowed his eyes to travel over the other boy's body. Long feet contained by striking lace-up boots, thin ankles, GREAT legs, slightly jutting hips, a broad and defined chest, long slender arms, a pale and elegant neck, and finally his face. Kurt had a well sculpted jaw, curving upwards to plump, pink lips, followed by a statuesque nose, and huge pair of blue eyes that glittered like sapphires against their pale back ground. Blaine let out a low, breathy whistle. Damn. Suddenly, he noticed that people were pushing their desks together and pairing up, leaving only Kurt and himself without partners. Not one to miss an opportunity, Blaine promptly slammed his desk into Kurt's, causing the other boy to jump. Blaine stretched across his desk, propped up on his elbow and resting his chin on his fist.

"Hello, beautiful"

"um-I-uh.........hi."

Kurt flushed delicately, fiddling with his papers and looking everywhere except at Blaine. This was going to be fun. Blaine adopted his smoothest, quietest tone of voice, which he liked to refer to as his "sex voice". Blaine was an interesting mix of egotistical and crude.

"I'm Blaine, and I would very much like to gain access to those painted-on-pants of yours."

Kurt turned a brilliant scarlet, finally turning to Blaine with a glint of-was that rage?-in his startling eyes.

"Well don't hold your breath, Blaine, because somehow I don't see that happening. EVER."

Blaine tried to hide his alarm beneath an amused expression, he'd had reluctant subjects before, but not one who rejected him so violently, usually "hello beautiful" was more than enough  to get them going. Maybe it helped that most of his past conquests had been somewhat intoxicated. This was going to be VERY fun. Blaine spoke again.

"You're hot when you're pissed. Only makes me want you more."

Kurt turned away, clenching his jaw and attempting to get started on the task set on the board. Blaine responded by inching his chair closer and brushing a hand along Kurts thigh. Kurt yelped and shot out of his seat.

"Is something the matter,uh, Kurt?"

The teacher regarded his flushed face and horrified expression with concern. Kurt composed himself.

"Um, no, sorry, I just need to let Blaine untangle our chair legs"

Ms. Bencher looked pointedly at Blaine, who was forced to slide his chair back to it's previous position. Kurt was a sly one. Satisfied, the teacher turned away, and Kurt slowly slid back into his seat, eyeing Blaine warily.

"Nice try, but you wont get rid of me THAT easy"

"That's strange, I assumed you were easy"

Blaine smiled wickedly,

"That's true too"

The rest of the lesson was spent with Kurt trying to work as Blaine persistently encroaching on his personal space and refered to him as "Babe", "Sweet-cheeks", or "Sexy". By the end of the lesson, Kurt was almost exhausted with the effort of fending off Blaine's advances and really needed to get out of there, but Ms. Bencher had a final announcement.

"Alright class, we'll be continuing these projects in our pairs for the next six weeks, so make sure you organise time after school to get everything done in time!"

Blaine was thrilled, literally ecstatic, but Kurt looked as though someone had just slapped him. Twice. Recovering himself, Kurt stuffed his belongings into his bag, scraped back his chair, and strode towards the door as Blaine called after him.

"See you later Babe!"