Blaine Anderson had never been one for high school staff meetings. He was more of a… free, playful spirit, if you will. A performer, an artist, just something, anything, other than someone who sat idly twirling a pencil, listening to administrative ramblings that never changed much of anything and another of Sue's endless rants. He stifled a yawn and stretched his arms out in front of him, drifting in and out of Sue's tireless ravings about the dye used in the new paint for the gymnasium and the "potentially catastrophic, panty-wrenching, soul-crushing," impact it could have on her cheerios' health and performance at nationals.

After decorating the agenda with bubble letters and drawing a probably not-too-flattering picture of Principal Figgins, Blaine allowed himself to gaze out the window into the hallway… and oh, he would need a moment later to congratulate himself for his impeccable timing, for he just managed to catch a glimpse of Kurt Hummel strolling past the room, humming as his hips swayed slightly. Blaine swore he could feel his pupils dilating as he surveyed the boy's form, lithe yet subtly muscled in all the right places. His skin was so pale, so beautiful, like porcelain. As he had wiped Kurt's face, he just swore it had felt like satin, soft and silky and heavenly. His chest filled with warmth and compassion at just remembering Kurt's tears and struggles, and he had just wished that he could use that tissue paper to gently cleanse the burden of the world from Kurt's gorgeous, tender skin. He was just so innocent, yet so mind-blowingly sexy at the time, and Blaine found himself absolutely enamored with the boy, caught up in a whirled paradox between his attraction to the boy, yet the fact that he was his student, his gentle naivity and innocence despite his as-of-yet untapped ability to make Blaine's heart race with just sheer longing, as much a product of lust as of compassion.

Just the thought that someone could have possibly wanted to harm this beautiful, flawless creature sent a sharp, stabbing pain through Blaine's chest. He felt himself struck with the need to do something, to protect Kurt, to ease his suffering, to make him feel as comfortable and cherished as he deserved. And just underneath that, he felt anger. Resentment stemming from his own days of torture at the hands of bullies and football players who just didn't understand, wrought with bitterness that this beautiful boy had to undergo so much hatred.

And as soon as the meeting ended, or rather Sue's tirade was cut short by the secretary who Blaine swore had been secretly appointed just to ensure meetings ended on time after Sue's long-winded rants about the state of the school's affairs, Blaine confidently approached Principal Figgins, shooting him a charming, dapper smile, knowing that this was the way to accomplish things, rather than approaching him with anger.

"I know this is rather sudden, but there's a bullying situation in this school that I believe needs to be addressed as soon as possible," he said, quickly glancing around the room to ensure it was unoccupied.

"Mr. Anderson, believe me, I am thoroughly aware of the problems that have been going on at this school, but I'm running late, and we've already decided on a comprehensive anti-bullying program for the year, centered around self-esteem and tolerance, and-"

Blaine's eyes darkened slightly, though he forced himself to take a deep breath, calming himself. "With all due respect, a 'comprehensive program' has already been initiated in past years and has proven wholly ineffective at addressing this type of situation. A student should not be afraid to go to school in fear of being slushied for who he his. A student should not view his sexual orientation as a thing to be ashamed of." His voice rose slightly, more urgent. "A student should not walk into this school, faced with-"

"Mr. Anderson, trust me that I realize that this is a topic of much concern. But there are many subtleties involved in the matter, and I assure you that our program will be-" seeing Blaine's pleading, yet angry look, Mr. Figgins sighed. "Here, I'll tell you what. I have a meeting now. Meet with me tomorrow morning before school starts, and we can discuss this further. Are there any students in particular you've been having issues with?"

"David Karofsky," Blaine stated, seeing a look of recognition in Figgins' eyes and suspecting that this was not the first time there had been problems with this kid.

"Very well. I'll be sure to bring him in tomorrow morning as well," said Figgins. "Goodnight, Mr. Anderson," he said shortly, clearly indicating that the meeting was over as he left the room.

Blaine sighed. As much as he had wanted to address the issue right away, he had to realize that this was a high school, and that such problems took time to address right away.

Later that night, laying in bed, Blaine finally shut off the lights. He had finally finished structuring his lesson plans for the next month, and he was absolutely exhausted. He pulled the covers over him and snuggled down into bed, wrapping his arms around a large pillow. He didn't know when he had developed the habit of clutching a pillow as he slept, but he just felt this instinct to protect and comfort and love… and he drifted off to dreamland, the image of the beautiful boy he had met earlier imprinted on his mind…

The bell at the end of last period had finally rung, and Blaine smiled to himself, watching as Kurt followed his order from the previous night, purposely take longer than the other students to pack his things, meticulously arranging his pens and pencils by color and placing his paper neatly into folders. When Blaine was sure that all the students had left, he shut and locked the door, hanging his coat on the hook by the door so that it covered the window adjacent to the door, good enough to provide them with privacy but casual enough that it did not appear suspicious. He was cautious, since he wanted to make Kurt feel as safe and secure as possible, but he also knew that few people passed by this rather out-of-the-way classroom after school had let out.

"Come here, baby," Blaine murmured, reclining in his chair and watching as Kurt made his way to his desk and kneeled before him, his head lowered and hands behind his back but eyes lifted up to meet Blaine's. Blaine smiled warmly and affectionately, rubbing Kurt's bicep and tracing down his arm to hold his hand, interlacing their fingers.

"You're so beautiful, pet." He flipped Kurt's hand over, gently tracing the lines of his palm, enjoying the way the boy blushed at his compliment.

"So, did you get your math exam back yet?" he asked conversationally, knowing how worried Kurt had been about his results.

"Yes, Sir," Kurt said with a smile.

"And?"

"A perfect score," Kurt said, giving into the urge to smile proudly, loving the way his Master's face lit up with pride and affection.

"I'm so proud of you, pet," Blaine said fondly, touching a gentle hand to Kurt's cheek.

"Thank you, Master."

"Stand up, and come sit in my lap," Blaine smiled, grasping Kurt's hand to help him off his loving the way Kurt carefully and adorably perched himself on the edge of his boyfriend's knee.

"Closer, pet," he murmured, waiting for him to do so and then wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist and burying his face in Kurt's neck, surrounding himself in his scent as Kurt nuzzled against him happily. Blaine kissed him gently on the neck, then pulled away slightly, kissing his lips. "Such good results deserve a reward, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, Sir; pet hopes, Sir," Kurt said, biting back a grin, knowing that from his Master's smirk Blaine was aware of his urge to smile regardless. Master always read him like an open book.

"Take off your clothes and lay on my desk, face up," Blaine instructed, enjoying watching as Kurt ever-so-carefully removed his designer clothes and laid on the desk.

"Spread your legs for me, pet," Blaine instructed, biting back a groan as Kurt did so extra slowly on purpose with a teasing little smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to Blaine, and Blaine needed to hold back another moan, needing to maintain his composure and remain in charge.

"So beautiful," he murmured, running his hands up and down the smooth expanse of Kurt's thighs, smiling at his boyfriend's shudder. Two could play the teasing game.

"Stay right there, pet," Blaine walked across the room, retrieving two scarves from a locked drawer and tying Kurt's above his head, securing him to the desk, helpless with his legs still spread for him. Blaine kissed him gently on his soft, willing lips before reaching for an apple that he hadn't eaten at lunch. "Open wide," he whispered, placing the apple into his boyfriend's mouth. "Now bite down. Good boy." Seeing Kurt now gagged with the apple, Blaine purred, "Hum 'Teenage Dream' if you'd like to be let out, okay, darling?" and Kurt nodded. Blaine kissed him softly on the cheek before resuming his position between Kurt's legs.

He began to slowly kiss his way up Kurt's thighs, stopping at points to suck and nibble at the expanse of beautiful, creamy skin, leaving delicate red bruises on the perfect field of white. As soon as he neared Kurt's cock, he switched thighs, smirking at his boyfriend's groan as he ignored his hardening, leaking cock. Kurt's hips twitched, and Blaine drew back to look Kurt in the eye.

"Stay still, pet, or there will be consequences. Understand?" Kurt nodded, mouth still obediently wrapped around the apple.

Returning his attention to Kurt's cock, Blaine ran his moist, hot tongue in teasing circles around the head, eventually sucking the head into his mouth and running his tongue along the tip. Kurt keened, his muscles tightening in the effort to not thrust up into the air.

"Such a good, amazing, beautiful boy," Blaine smiled, pulling away to blow gently on Kurt's cock. "All mine." Kurt groaned his approval through the gag. As Blaine's mouth returned, licking stripes along the sides before eventually taking Kurt into his mouth, Kurt couldn't help but thrust up, and Blaine removed his lips immediately.

"What did I say, Kurt?" he said, and he saw Kurt's eyes widen, realizing his mistake. "I suppose I'll just have to punish you. Lift your legs up, as far as you can," he instructed, admiring Kurt's flexibility and core strength as he obeyed his Master.

Blaine took Kurt's ankles into his hand, gently rubbing at them before pulling them up higher, exposing Kurt's bottom to the cold of the room. He slapped his right cheek harshly, followed by his left cheek, then waited for a few seconds for the sting to settle into Kurt's skin before slapping hard across the middle. Hearing Kurt's breath hitch as he squirmed slightly, away from the pain, Blaine gently rubbed the sting away from his cheeks, making soothing noises.

"Are you okay, pet?" Kurt nodded, and Blaine smiled, bringing Kurt's legs back down and kissing his forehead before finally taking Kurt's cock into his mouth. Kurt positively groaned, feeling Blaine's hot, warm mouth around him, filling him with pleasure –

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, went Blaine's alarm clock, and he groaned, rolling out of bed and heading for a cold shower before driving to McKinley.